After I graduated from high school with a diploma, September that same year I started to take some courses in a community college. I decided to take only one course which was accounting 101 for that semester.XYZ college is located in downtown Toronto, amid the hustle and bustle of the city. The reason why I chose XYZ college was simple-- I joined the badminton training program there when I studied in that adult high school, and I'd already been kind of familiar with the bus route back and forth between my home and the campus, furthermore, the most important reason was it`s not far away from my place so I could walk and save some bus fares.
The classes was held two evenings a week and worth 3 credits. The teacher was white and well built , glasses, short and curly hair, and about 40 in age. The big difference between the college class and classes in high school was, the speed the teacher spoke was fast, so to me, it was hard to catch what he said. I heard that students in college have to find a way to fit themselves in the language environment, because in the class teachers would never compromise to speak slow because of some ESL students. In order to catch up I previewed before every class and reviewed what I had learned within 24 hours after the class. The concepts in the text book were not hard but the problem was my English. I read very slow because I would encounter many new words that I had to check them up in the dictionary. Namely, I had to study hard with twice the effort or even more than other students whose English is not their second language. Not surprisingly, at the end of the semester, my grade was not bad which was a B+ .
Those days, besides study, I continued to play badminton on the top floor of the campus building--the gym. I would say that I was the worst single player in that team. My coach who is a Chinese Malaysia was the badminton champion of the world back in 1970s. Twice evenings a week I practised basic skills in his beginner team. In the badminton training program, people are from different backgrounds and most of them are Chinese from Malaysia and Vietnam. There I met one girl and one guy who are Chinese born in Vietnam and raised in Canada, both were students. Because they spoke fluent English, they would use their broken Cantonese to explain to me when I had a hard time understanding them. The guy, who was wearing brace for his orthotic treatment spoke a little better Cantonese than that girl. Both of them were good at playing badminton, and they could beat me without any effort. However, my stamina was not bad that I could play for 2 hours in a row without taking a break, so I was a pretty good playmate for practicing stamina.
I still needed to work in that garment factory after or before my class occasionally based on the schedule my supervisor arranged. If I was not very busy, on weekends I would hang out with my friends who are from China or Vietnam. Mostly the place we poked around was a community center named XXX club. In there, people sung classical pop songs, and oftentimes we found people there older than us. They looked as if they were at their 30s or 40s or even older.Gradually, we found that they were from China, Taiwan, Vietnam, and Hong kong,etc. One time an old gentleman sung 【榕樹下】，and I was so impressed that I thought his voice would never be superseded. We always had a good time when we hung out there. However, no matter where you go you will meet good people and bad people disregarding their nationalities. In that club, that night, under the dim light, a Chinese man about the age of 30 approached to me and said that he studied MBA before and currently doing some translation work. So I chatted with him for a few minutes. After a while, as he talked to me he put an arm around my shoulders and the other hand on my lap, and I stiffed up right away and said: "No,please get your hands off me." but he ignored what I said and continued to look at my eyes with dirty desire. so I was mad and savage exultation gave me a strength that I swung my right fist at his handsome face as hard as I could. He was so astonished that he seemed not to beleive what I just did. His friend apologized to me that he was drunk. I gave them a dirty look as I went to look for my friends. Because it was crowded and the music was loud, so not many people saw this little commotion. Of course,I was shocked a little bit by what I had done. Maybe some guys think that they could take advantage of Chinese girls in Canada easily, but my fist proved that they were wrong.(打羽毛球我最了得的事情就是經常被人打，輸得慘烈。可是因為平時也練習大力扣殺等基本功，所以拳頭的力量估計應該也有一點。打完了人還把自己嚇一跳，看來我不適合打架）
Later on, a few weeks after that night, I chatted with one friends of mine who is from suzhou,China, and she told me her story, that when she first came to Canada, a friend of hers arranged one of his male friends to pick her up at the airport, and on the way driving her to the place she rented, that man as he put his hand on her lap he asked her if she wanted to stay in his apartment and sleep with him. My friend was so offended and mad so she shrieked and ordered him to pull the car over and she got out of his car as if he was a devil. What a pervert! Therefore we came to a conclusion that when encountering perverts, we girls beside giving them a fist we should kick, bite, and scratch their face as hard as we could, and then run away as fast as we could, and, of course, call the police.
The first semester went fast and the second semester of that academic year, I decided to quit my job and concentrated on my study.
紀念我的青蔥歲月。每個人都有自己的生活軌跡，人生路上有很多美好的風景也有很多坑坑窪窪。有時候風景不一定是在路上看的，飛機票打折的時候比學生車票便宜，因此，在外麵上學期間，有幾次我就是坐飛機回家的，所以我也在飛機上看風景。 （“我在飛機上看風景，看風景雁在窗外看我，雁毛裝飾了我的帽子，我裝飾了別人的飛機。” ）。 我嚐試從不角度去看事物，讓自己變得更加open-minded 和替別人著想。
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