"...The final submission time for the final paper is next Friday at 6 p.m. Western Time. If you miss the time, even if it is 6:01, it will not be counted. In addition, I emphasized that I don't want to see any
People took advantage of the situation and told me about six o'clock in the afternoon in London."
"besides!"
"Please be sure to pay attention to the specific requirements of the paper. The research questions and research methods must be written down! If you are still unsure, just ask the teaching assistant via email. I will not accept any excuses. Yes, you heard it right, I am scared now.
Those students, I’m talking about you.”
"Very well, get out of class is over. Also, I would like to wish you a Merry Christmas in advance!"
Rustling.
Rustling.
The class is over. Normally, the students would leave the classroom like a flood, leaving only the professor and teaching assistants to sort out the materials and courseware used in the class; but it was different today. The professor was the first to pack up his things and strode out.
, but the students stayed in the lecture theater chattering.
"...how many pages does the paper require?"
“What about references?”
"Reading list, who can share the reading list with me?"
"Wait, professor, are you serious?"
"I heard that the failure rate of this course last semester was 13.6%. It is famous not only in our college, but also in the entire school."
"Oh, God! I'm done."
"What should I do? I haven't started yet."
"The Christmas party may have to be cancelled."
"It's okay. Just pass the exam and retake it next year. Then you can have a great time at the party next week."
"Get out! Fuck you!"
"Ha ha ha ha."
All the students couldn't hold back their emotions and whispered among themselves.
The class just now is the last class of "Journalism and Communication" this semester. The next step is to submit the final paper as the exam content in the first half of the semester, and then usher in the Christmas holiday.
There are no additional paper exams, which is fortunate.
But the problem is that the requirements for the final paper of this course are very strict. Many of the students are absent from classes during the semester. In addition, members of different sports teams want to cram at this time, and everyone feels the urgency.
I feel that even if I want to work hard, I am like a headless fly and don’t know where to start.
The teaching assistant, who usually has few people and no one cares about him, is now surrounded by a large group of students on three floors inside and three outside. The tight feeling floating in the air is like a tongue of fire licking the surface of the skin; and those outstanding students who have always studied seriously
They packed up their things and left the classroom unhurriedly, obviously having a good idea of the thesis.
Gawain also followed the surging crowd out of the classroom. Before he could even take a step forward, a voice calling his name came from behind him. When he turned around, he could see Macdonald standing next to the door.
"Hey, Mike."
Gawain took the initiative to greet Macdonald and gave Macdonald a hug, with a smile in his eyes.
"Why did you finish class early? Didn't you say we would meet directly in the gym?"
MacDonald smiled and said, "We have ended the final exam early, so I came directly."
"Wow, how was the exam?" Gawain asked with a smile. As he spoke, he and MacDonald followed the crowd out of the teaching building, and walked into the gorgeous sunshine, with a lazy golden halo.
You can no longer feel the coldness of December, but still have the coolness of autumn and the warmth of spring. The winter in California also has a charming charm.
MacDonald said modestly, "It's okay."
Although MacDonald is of mixed race, his family education environment still continues the traditional Chinese style - even if he tries to become a professional competitive player, he still cannot fall behind in academics, so MacDonald has always been a top student and has excellent academic performance.
"What about you? I just heard at the door that your professor seems to be very strict. Do you have any questions?" MacDonald also asked with concern.
Gawain raised his eyebrows, showing a helpless expression, "Believe me, my mother is scarier than the professor."
MacDonald reacted immediately and laughed happily - the two teenagers from the same culture even high-fived in celebration.
Gawain's words were of course a joke.
In fact, his parents are not the traditional type, otherwise they would not have supported him in continuing to receive tennis training; however, they still maintained some cultural habits. The very act of choosing the NCAA was to hope that Gao Wen could have a skill and a diploma.
The importance is self-evident.
Gao Wen can fully understand his parents' considerations, so even without parents' requests, he has always been very self-conscious. He never needs to worry about his studies and his performance has always been excellent. Since middle school, when he went to study alone in a foreign country, he has been strictly self-disciplined over the years.
.
Once again, Gawain cherishes the time when he can stand on the tennis court again, and he also cherishes the time in the classroom——
Only after working hard in society can I gradually understand why schools are called ivory towers. In the classroom, you only have to worry about exams. How precious is the study time? How simple and pure is the relationship between classmates who are not soaked in interests? Those carefree
The time spent thinking is worth a thousand dollars.
Returning to class, in fact, most of the knowledge content has been returned to the teacher. If Gao Wen relies on his current ability to prepare for the final exam, he will probably fail the class.
Fortunately, Gawain has always been self-conscious, and the final papers and topics have been completed early, and they were well prepared before the rebirth came. This also avoided Gawain's embarrassment of being in a hurry at the last moment.
Therefore, Gao Wen was able to relax, enjoy the class time and the school atmosphere, and reawaken the familiar knowledge deep in his memory that he thought had disappeared but still existed.
Become an interesting landscape.
Both Gawain and Macdonald have a lot in common in terms of study. Although they are in different departments, they often meet to study in the library. In addition to tennis, they also have many intersections in their private lives. This makes the two
Individuals quickly become friends.
"Gawain...Gawain..."
Amidst the bustling noise, there was a faint call, but the direction of the source could not be determined. Seeing that Gawain and Macdonald showed no sign of stopping, the owner of the voice seemed to be anxious, and couldn't help but call out loudly.
"Hey, girl knight!"
Shi Potian's shocking shouts immediately exploded, and the surrounding eyes were cast curiously. There was a bit of scrutiny in their eyes, and they were still chattering in their mouths. The heat wave of the burning gossip fire could be felt in the air, and then
, you can see a figure.
To be precise, it should be a girl.
Her long, smooth dark brown hair fluttered gently as she ran, her skin was like gelatin, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she looked forward to her every frown and smile. The deep outline of her facial features outlined the innate advantages of a mixed-race person, and her lightly raised mouth corners were like
The roses bloom proudly, wantonly and openly.
Step on step, a sprint of acceleration, long hair fluttering, as if you can catch the fragrance of peonies coming from the tips of your hair.