One Girl example essay topic

PE 17 Fellows, On a special occasion like this, I urge you all to lie on your back for a sec, free your minds, and think back to the first day you step in here. Your memories are definitely varied, your expectations might be totally diverse, but I firmly believe there are two things in mind we have in common. One is the impression on people and place; and another is the impression on the steady, freshly-permed look on "Mr. K" hair. Isn't it nice to know that in this ever-changing world there is still one thing you can rely on? Well, I will get back to that later. First thing first.

I tried to think hard of all the academic places I have seen, and just could not imagine any single one similar to ours. Nowhere else I known would offer such a luxurious dinner in the five star hotels, absolutely free of charge, to the notoriously "eat-till-you-drop" students on a monthly basis. I tried to dig deeper and the numbers of remembrances just keep coming up. Could you think of any Economy course constructed by such a professor who is heavenly kind enough to let you have an all-day final test and still be able to call it off to the night? Or even the time after done something terribly disrespectful in Well Test class (you know, that time) and still we have a second chance to redeem ourselves?

Not to mention the soda we got bought in every session of Advance Topic course, despite knowing that we would surely pass out after a grand dim-sum lunch buffet (shame on us). Yes, we have those times here in our second home. The biggest pride of ours must not be far off from that we were the last in the breed to learn Nat Gas with Ajarn Kung. Though not realizing it at the time, but it did expand our horizon and safe our butt in the real world. As well, one of the strongest memories must be on that burgundy-red sleeping sack we are all acquainted with.

I suppose there is nobody here to argue it really did serve its function. I recall one time The Giant (Mr. First) was in the middle of his afternoon nap right in the corner of the room, and that was exactly the moment Ajarn Ying yos just walked in. For an indefinite breathless moment of us - he just laughed, and let us out of the hook. If I may say, we were indeed embraced by all the teachers and personnel here. As three years went on, we did share the time, unavoidably, on the pace of study. I have tried, thus far, to portray the entire cast and crew characteristics, and yet a long way to go.

We got an Arabian Girl, who by the way is dazzling pretty that guys standing in line just to talk to her. Vise versa, we have the sassy boy who just could not tie down with one girl (or that is just the cover? Only God knows he is straight or not). We got the three stooges who were playing the computer games all night long and ironically only one could not attend the class in the morning (yes, the Egyptian SLB labor). It is devastating to say that one of them have already been a Vietnamese roustabout, a serious contradiction to his behavior given that he could not find the place to take a good bath over there. The last guy has finally found his ultimate love in PT TEP (don't look around Joe, I mean you, the secretary-loving stereotype).

We also got a loud girl who tends to complain a lot, but she surely gets the job done. We all owe her a thank you for a number of times. More on that, we surely need "The Pole" who can be all in one a photographer, webmaster, and guitarist to sort things out for us. We have the bloody genius that might be the only one that has a smooth relationship with his girl (since nobody else got one). And me, who can be a pain in the butt sometime, hope I got your excuses. Let's see, are those all we have?

Did I leave out someone? Just take a glance at the first paragraph again and you will find out. Yeah, he is beloved - just when you need someone to throw the trash on. You are in our great help for a stress relief.

No hard feeling? I have to confess, I am not good at doing these touchy things at all. This article does not mean to get you sobbing or longing for the past when the dreams were young and the future awaits. Instead, the sake of it is rather more to remind us how immeasurable the value we gain here and how can we pay them back, just to make our community the better, the stronger, and maybe the greatest among all. So where can we get started? Well, one thing I always wish for is a nice, cozy couch for the students to lie on after lunch and hide away from the class...

Just an opinion, after all.