AUTOBIOGRAPHY
That was a hot boiling summer day. Based on our school regulations, we couldn ’ t turn on the air conditioner until 9:00 AM. Therefore, before 9:00 AM, I had no choice but to try to imagine that I was soaked in cold water and enjoyed a pint of chocolate ice cream in order to make myself feel better; however, ten minutes passed, and it turned out that this stupid method d idn ’ t work at all, so I was still sweating like a pig. But that situation was not the worst. The deadly worst thing was the news that whether I was admitted to the Department of English, NCCU, or not would be published at 8:00 AM on that day, so you can imagine how nervous I felt at that time. I got butterflies in my stomach and could hardly breathe. I really felt that I was in hell, a hell built by scorching heat and restless panic. Finally, it was 8:00 AM. I opened my cell phone and checked out my text message. And I saw it, a text message from the Department of English, NCCU, then I knew I was...