Attitude-depended

I’ve played volleyball since I was very little; therefore, I’ve met lots of kinds of sportsmen. I can still remember the very first time that I found the humblest person was always the most outstanding person with great skill on his or her field. I was quite shocked. They didn’t clamor; they didn’t show off; they were clam and not showy. You could only find them when you saw them play on the court, and then, you were amazed.

Recently, baseball player Jian-Ming Wang has played a role of the representation of Taiwanese. His great skill and humidity attracts not only Taiwanese hearts but also foreigners’ respect. He speaks little. You can even say he is not a good speaker. However, he plays hard. He works more then he talks. Even when he’s now so successful and is admitted by the public about his excellence in his profession, he keeps staying low and works still hard in improving himself. To be honest, I am never interested in baseball, but I’m still touched by him and proud to have him honor Taiwan and Taiwanese.

Contrary, the other famous player Zhi-Sheng Lin is totally an opposite example. Now the hottest news is that he offended a referee right on the court during the play. I don’t really know what the problem between he and the referee is; nevertheless, I still consider that as a professional player, he should be more mature and be responsible of his deeds. As a public and famous person, he should know his every action might has a great influence to this society. Besides, no matter how mad he was or how unfair the referee was, he should have sportsmanship in his heart. How can he react so rashly? This is very unusual for me to see a master of sports has such kind of action. Maybe, this is just the reason that makes him not a master at all.

Even though it seems to be unfair to judge an athlete by his deeds but not his skills, yet in playing sports, sportsmanship has always been a basic but essential element. Only when players know how to respect each other can they have a harmony and also an interesting game. I hope every sportsman in Taiwan can have some reflections after seeing the news and be vigilant ever after.

Keep Growing Up

Being two to three years older than my classmates, I’ve became their usual consulter, especially about friendship or relationship. It’s not like that I’m more intelligent nor am I wise. The only thing I’ve got is the two-year experience that they don’t have. It’s amazing to realize how a couple of years can do to a person. I’m not smart. That’s for sure. However, somehow I can obviously sense that there is more which I have seen than most of the students here have been through.

Such as friendship and cooperation with classmates, mostly things that seem to be complicated to my classmates are rather simpler to me. Recently there was a lovely girl told me about her confusion and annoyance towards one of her friends. She complained, but dared not to blame all for her. It seems to me pretty comforted that at least she’s not acting like a little girl, accusing others instead of examining herself. I soothed and encouraged her. Analyzing the situation in a more sensible perspective and as an outsider, I looked at her, and I seemed to see myself, my past self. It’s a little bit shocked for me actually. Like playing an old movie, my past just flashed into my mind.

The most interesting conversation belongs to the topic of love. Even though I do have more experience than the others, but it’s not the quantity that makes me an adviser but the quality. Every time when some girl come to me and ask me my opinions about her relationship with some boy, I tend to listen instead of hurried offering comments. Once a friend told me that she’s becoming annoyed being with her boyfriend. She narrated how he badly treated her. Nevertheless, in the end as she recalled the memories they’ve shared together, she hesitated. At the moment, I saw my past again. She reminded me how I was like before, when I was also complaining and regretting for a seem-to-be torturing irritation, love. Except for sharing my own experience and what I’ve learnt, I know there’s nothing more I could do. Self-awareness can only be raised be one’s self.

The more people I have talked to, the more I have learnt. I learned to know myself better through seeing their sorrow and tears. From trying to find out a solution from my past experiences, I, therefore, was pushed to re-examine my life again, to face myself honestly. Thanks to all my friends, both who have helped me or have been comforted by me. Because of them, I’m keeping growing up, keeping learning to be an independent adult.

It's a New Start

Chinese New Year having passed, the school began. I moved out of my parent’s house, which is also the first time in my life to live alone. The day that I was about to make the contract with my renter, I felt excited but worried as well. I had expected to live all by myself for a long time, eager to prove that I was ready to be independent. However, on the other hand I wondered, would I be able to manage myself well, my living style, my time, or my schoolwork?

On the first day I moved in, my mom and my elder sister still helped me to settle; I, the youngest daughter in the house, have always been looked after by the whole family. Not until that day did I realize that this was more a psychological ritual of becoming responsible for my own than a physical form of moving out. I knew, from then on, I’d have to change. No more a sleepyhead, no more lazybones, and no more mummy-calling. Even though I doubted myself once or twice weather moving out was not a very brilliant decision, I was determined eventually because of that I knew this should happen sooner or later, and there was no reason to run away from it.

I kept a diary that night, telling myself to start taking responsibilities and never to make my mother worried again. I carefully cleaned up my room, the first suite I was going to have in lifetime, and arranged everything to a proper space. To be discipline, the first thing to do is to make rules. Now I keep my room always tidy and try to reset my living style to a regular and pattern. Due to this new start, it was not only a beginning of the semester, but it also was a turning point of my life. I appreciate it very much, and I know there are much more to learn in the coming future.