A long and depressing day. I sent an email to one of my professors and told him that I felt a little sad because all my classes finished and I would graduate soon, and hope to keep in touch with him in the future. He knows me, although I have never asked him questions. I was one of the only two Chinese in the class, and the other is a boy. He asked my name, and it was pretty easy for him to remember than the other 40 Indian names, because our dear professor is also a Chinese. And I even do not have a chance to talk to him in Chinese because I hardly get a chance to talk to him. I am not a good student. My master's study is ending, and I hardly remember that I had ever asked professors a single question during the 4 past semesters. I am always silent. I am not a perfect person. There were many things I wish I did not do.

It seems that it was not my day today. I got hurt and was depressed several times. But after I went out of the bad mood I realized that they were trivial and insignificant matters. I know if I would have a brilliant future, which could be seen at the moment, I would not be unhappy at all. 3 days left, before my last exam day. I hope it will be totally happy 3 days.