I'm learning English as a second language, I wrote this diary yesterday. Because it is a diary, I just wrote down whatever thoughts that flashed through my mind. As a result, this diary may not have a main subject, but I just want this diary to be something that records my thoughts for the moment.
I would highly appreciate it if you could spend some of your time helping me check the grammars and sentence structures I used in this diary. Since I learn English through TV, books and the internet and there aren't any foreigners around to consult, some of the sentences I worded may be grammatically correct but sound odd to a natives ears. It would be really kind if you could help me revise some of the sentences that sound too unnatural or too foreign to you.
Thank you very much!
The diary I wrote:
The summer holidays, which offer a perfectly long time for indulgence for many people, have been long for me; it lasted for more than three months, the thought of it can make you feel overwhelmed. The feeling is singularly true when you have already passed those days in which waiting for weekends was the biggest motivation that you still attended class punctually. That period of time is long gone, but I've found myself missing those old days from time to time. However, no matter how I tried, I couldn't relive that feeling again.
As far as I can remember, holidays haven't been anything special or anything worth celebrating for me since I entered college; except for the first weekend. It was a feeling of excitment that was building up in me when the ring rang the ending of a week , not because of the expectation of the following weekend, but because the following two days would mark the first weekend I ever had in college. By the way, the first semester on campus was of a changeable nature because I still could see the necessity of kowing myself more deeply.
Return to the question: what should I do to pass the time away? Actually, the question was already answered. Just like weekends are the same as weekdays to me, I will spend the three-month long holiday in a way that is much the same as how I spent my days when the holiday hadn't begun yet.
I went to campus this morning, read two short stories. I found time could really pass by unconsciously when reading. And you'll not realize one whole hour has just slipped away when you are absorbed in the contents of the book. Today I got up much earlier than I usually did. It was because surprisingly, it didn't take me more than 40 mintues to fall asleep last night and I woke up quite early this morning.
All the unused classrooms were populated when I got there by half past eight. The classroom I chose witnessed me coming as its eighth guest this morning. I selected a seat beneath the whirling ceiling fan; after seated, I turned back to see the girl sitting behind me with curiosity as to what book she was studying. It turned out that she was just like me, came here for English.
After I'd finished reading the second short story for the second time, I was the only soul left in this vacant classroom; it was about half past eleven. It was then that I decided I should have lunch at the school mess. Although I lived quite close to the campus, the campus canteen is not a frequent choice as my dining place. A bowl of noodle and an ice cream, that was all I got for my lunch and now my stomach is aching. I could smell the air of a holiday when I entered the canteen. There weren't too many people around and you didn't need to wait in a queue for your turn. After lunch, I took a short wander on the campus. It seems students still on campus get fewer and fewer every day; I saw fewer people today than yesterday. While students are leaving, one place maintains its popularity in the evenings----the playground.
According to my personal observation, since the summer holidays started, more elder people and middle-aged people and fewer students have been appearing on the playground. The first wave of joggers usually walk into the playground at twilight when the sun is hardly visible behind high buildings.
To me, these joggers are those who know how to enjoy life, how to make better use of their time. Sometimes, I even looked at them with envy in my eyes.
Life tends to be kinder to those who don't take their lives too seriously. Life are generally smoother for those who are easily contented.
It's my belief that we have no control over at lest eight percent of our lives. It may seem hard to believe, but I think it's because most people already accepted the unchangeable parts of lives and are still satisfied with the twenty percent contorl left.
I want to be that kind of person, who peacefully accpets the unchangeable and takes an optimistic attitude toward the changeable. I think they have understood the essences of life, something I've been trying so hard to find but failed at last and left all the efforts and attempts in vain.
I shouldn't have asked fo
I would highly appreciate it if you could spend some of your time helping me check the grammars and sentence structures I used in this diary. Since I learn English through TV, books and the internet and there aren't any foreigners around to consult, some of the sentences I worded may be grammatically correct but sound odd to a natives ears. It would be really kind if you could help me revise some of the sentences that sound too unnatural or too foreign to you.
Thank you very much!
The diary I wrote:
The summer holidays, which offer a perfectly long time for indulgence for many people, have been long for me; it lasted for more than three months, the thought of it can make you feel overwhelmed. The feeling is singularly true when you have already passed those days in which waiting for weekends was the biggest motivation that you still attended class punctually. That period of time is long gone, but I've found myself missing those old days from time to time. However, no matter how I tried, I couldn't relive that feeling again.
As far as I can remember, holidays haven't been anything special or anything worth celebrating for me since I entered college; except for the first weekend. It was a feeling of excitment that was building up in me when the ring rang the ending of a week , not because of the expectation of the following weekend, but because the following two days would mark the first weekend I ever had in college. By the way, the first semester on campus was of a changeable nature because I still could see the necessity of kowing myself more deeply.
Return to the question: what should I do to pass the time away? Actually, the question was already answered. Just like weekends are the same as weekdays to me, I will spend the three-month long holiday in a way that is much the same as how I spent my days when the holiday hadn't begun yet.
I went to campus this morning, read two short stories. I found time could really pass by unconsciously when reading. And you'll not realize one whole hour has just slipped away when you are absorbed in the contents of the book. Today I got up much earlier than I usually did. It was because surprisingly, it didn't take me more than 40 mintues to fall asleep last night and I woke up quite early this morning.
All the unused classrooms were populated when I got there by half past eight. The classroom I chose witnessed me coming as its eighth guest this morning. I selected a seat beneath the whirling ceiling fan; after seated, I turned back to see the girl sitting behind me with curiosity as to what book she was studying. It turned out that she was just like me, came here for English.
After I'd finished reading the second short story for the second time, I was the only soul left in this vacant classroom; it was about half past eleven. It was then that I decided I should have lunch at the school mess. Although I lived quite close to the campus, the campus canteen is not a frequent choice as my dining place. A bowl of noodle and an ice cream, that was all I got for my lunch and now my stomach is aching. I could smell the air of a holiday when I entered the canteen. There weren't too many people around and you didn't need to wait in a queue for your turn. After lunch, I took a short wander on the campus. It seems students still on campus get fewer and fewer every day; I saw fewer people today than yesterday. While students are leaving, one place maintains its popularity in the evenings----the playground.
According to my personal observation, since the summer holidays started, more elder people and middle-aged people and fewer students have been appearing on the playground. The first wave of joggers usually walk into the playground at twilight when the sun is hardly visible behind high buildings.
To me, these joggers are those who know how to enjoy life, how to make better use of their time. Sometimes, I even looked at them with envy in my eyes.
Life tends to be kinder to those who don't take their lives too seriously. Life are generally smoother for those who are easily contented.
It's my belief that we have no control over at lest eight percent of our lives. It may seem hard to believe, but I think it's because most people already accepted the unchangeable parts of lives and are still satisfied with the twenty percent contorl left.
I want to be that kind of person, who peacefully accpets the unchangeable and takes an optimistic attitude toward the changeable. I think they have understood the essences of life, something I've been trying so hard to find but failed at last and left all the efforts and attempts in vain.
I shouldn't have asked fo