Since this is the first composition of the class, I would like to say something that comes to my mind first instead of writing under a rigid manner and I hope I am figuring out how to write a decent essay.When I was 7 or so , I heard about Cambridge. At that time, Cambridge was actually a bridge located in a super far country called England as I am concerned, where there were lots of talented poets and writers went boating below. And then here came the very first enlightenment and the everlasting prosper in human history.
It was like a magic bridge that endowed people with unimaginable innovations and a soul for meditation. And I was secretly dreaming to go there and see it on my own one day.When I was in junior high, we learned a poem called Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again (I don’t know if it was correct) by Xuzhimo. I did some research about this “bridge” and just couldn’t help laughing about my illiteracy and ignorance before. I finally got to know that it is a time honored college with so many grand reputations and splendid architecture.It was the cradle of what we had achieved so far and was still giving birth to various great ideas and thoughts that were meant to change the world someday. It has Newton from whom I learned about gravity, Byron who led me to a world of romance and sentiment, Darwin from whom I understood why I could be in this world…… Suddenly, it seemed everything I learned derived from this college. Cambridge then became a symbol of knowledge and humanity for me and the overwhelming power it brought from its essence pushed me to dig out every possible way to get close to it.
Well, it was just a fantasy, just a fantasy.Finally, I came to SCU which I chose for myself and I will never regret. During this four years, I have to confess that I didn’t make it very well but I did learn a lot about my major as well as being a good person. I became more tolerant, more generous and more open minded and I reckon that those are very important traits people should have especially nowadays. I have succeeded, and also failed. I’ve laughed out loud and cried furiously. Every time I feel I can’t make it, I think about Cambridge, and about people there who have been trying so hard to fulfill their dream whether it is possible or not, and about scholars who bend over their desks working day and night to pursue the least possibility of the establishment of an equation or a development of a theory.
Cambridge is my ultimate motive and inspiration to move forward. It never means that I set my heart to get enrolled in Cambridge (which is totally my first intention), it is more of a revelation when I get stuck in my life. Now I am a senior, while enjoying the last year of college, I should contemplate my life forward and I have decided to get my master’s degree in the US. Maybe few people at my age don’t have this childhood obsession on a college, but I am fortunate that I have.