It has been a year since I last posted a post on this blog. Again, time flies...
Unlike last post where I sounded lost and miserable towards my life despite all those travelings, I am currently in a stage where my life is going to take a HUGE turn into path that I have never travelled before. After two years of grad school applications and putting in tons of effort, I have finally been accepted into a doctorate graduate program in US that I had applied to, with scholarship awarded. A pretty good and exciting news, after all this is what I have always wanted and have been working so hard to achieve it!
But things are not always like how we had expected. Admittedly, I was very exciting when I first read the email on my admission offer, but what followed were simply disasters. The disasters started with explaining to others where is my school/nature and duration of the program, to passport renewal and visa application, to preparing and packing luggages. In fact, I have not even started to do my packing yet and I will be departing in 2 weeks time.
It is a mixed feeling for leaving one's hometown (where one has been living there for literally his whole life until now) to start a new life in a new environment with new culture and people. It might be scary for most people, and I always thought I will not have much problems in adapting and acculturating to new environment. However, I started to become wary as the time for me to leave gets nearer. At least for now, I am worried on pretty much everything e.g. the language, the friends, the professors, and even the foods!
As far as I could remember, I don't recall myself to be so worrying when I first moved to KL to continue my undergraduate education. It might be that the current moving is a bigger and more impactful one? Looking back to the posts that I wrote back then really does give me a sense of speechlessness. Especially my way of communicating in English, I did sounded a lot like my current students, since I was from Chinese education background.
Mentioning my students, I really did enjoyed my 2 years+ experience working as a pre-university lecturer. I have met students of diverse variety, and some of them are now my friends who will exchange different opinions with me about life and other issues. My soft skills were improved as well, especially public speaking. At least I will not feel as fearful while speaking in front of 60+ people. From where else could one get such fabulous experiences? No where I would say.
One last thing before ending my post. This is more of a reminder for myself to look back at this few years later and have a good laugh. Remember the one whom you have fell for? How is she doing? How did this episode end? All that I have to say now is: I am sorry that I disturb you.
Wishing myself tons of lucks!
