Although not much free time in Beijing, I could sneak out from the campus on the second Sunday. Having a beer at the shore, watching people fishing and feeling the breeze, I was living again.
Finally, I packed my stuff, arrived Beijing and started learning. I expected it could be a honeymoon for myself by leaving all things behind. I should be able enjoy the lonely and lovely moment here. But things were not like what I prepared.
I was suffered from cultural shock at the first week. Many things were not on the right track. The course was really intensive one. It kept me in the classroom from 9am to 5pm, Monday to Saturday. School assignments came one by one. I was about to give up the exams and homework. But thanks for my classmates who motivated me to move on. I could eventually follow the steps with them, not the one left behind. I believe that I could make it....