And, not End

Time really flies fast. What a cliche for the last blog.
I heard that time goes faster by geometric progression of you age. That is so true, I do not remember how I spent my time during this semester.  It was hot. Now it is freezing.

This semester was my 3rd semester in both in American and America :)  This class may be one of the easy, fun classes for you, native American.  For me, this was one of the hardest classes.  I wanted to say something, but the words coming out of my damn mouth were not what I exactly meant.  The phrase created by my fingertips went wrong way.  I know that you had hard time understanding me.  Same here, my words confused me, too.  I have become smaller and smaller.

My goal for this semester was to become an American student in the class, not an international student.  I do not appreciate special care for international students.  I just wanted to be same as others because I am here to learn more.  If I get special excuse, that would not help me grow and learn more.  Anyhow, I failed becoming an American student.  It was not because of classmates or professor.  It was rather me.  I was not confident and not fully involved in every class.  I was an outsider, who I abhorred.  

However, this was a very fun, interesting class.  Every single classmate was warm and nice to one another(thank you, guys!), took care of each other, and were enthusiastic.  Every class was full of  laugh and smile.  How delight!  Although I was not sure about myself being a good student, the atmosphere of the class relaxed me and entertained me.  I was just happy that I was there with other smart student.

I experienced American culture of participation, expression, and discussion.  American know how to say what they think and what they want to convey.  To be honest, there are some people who just talked without thinking(who are annoying), but the majority of time was productive. The fact that there are incredibly a lot of communication between professor-student and student-student amazed me.  

I saw the real social networking in the class, although we mainly focused on online social networking.

Although the semester ends and there will be no more class with the exact same people.  But, that is not "end," it is rather "and" because we are going to see each other on campus and say hello or see in other classes.

+) It is quite frustrating that I thought like that about myself.  But I am not depressed.  Instead, I am glad that I found myself in different circumstance.  Yes, it is not the end of myself.  There will be "AND."