writing experience

I am a person who do not like reading as well as writing. So it is really hard for me to recall a positive writing experience. If there is one, it must be the diary in the elementary school. I kept a diary in that time not because I liked writing, but it was an assignment from my Chinese teacher. 

And, one night I went out with my family to watch the fireworks near my house in the bridge. I can not remember what the celebration  it was or what day it was. Perhaps, this experience had nothing to do with the celebration itself. It may be the harmony scenes and the happiness people there together in that night lead me to such an experience.What I still remember is that I was ultra excited that night, and I even singed on the road back home. When I came back home, I am full of bizarre ideas and plentiful images. So I quickly wrote down the scenes and feelings in case of forgetting it. Then, I looked over the diary over and over again to check and revise it until I felt satisfied about my diary. I even had a dream about the fireworks that night. It may be the first time writing of my own accord.

The day after that day I gave the diary to a friend, who also watched the firework, to share my experience. We discussed for a long time, and he also wrote some comments on it. It was really a pleasant time for me because I can do something what I love. And I finally handed the diary in. The teacher praised me and encouraged me to write more diaries like that one. Unfortunately I did not have such a writing experience since then. Maybe, I should observe the surrendings carefully and think deeply to have a stronge feeling about the things around me. After that, I may have the chance to have a positive writing experience again.

Brief Introduction

Hi, my name is Gao, Guanfeng. I am the first year graduate student in the department of nuclear, plasma, and radiological engineering. And I graduated from the university of science and technology of China(USTC). My hometown-Huzhou is on the east coast of China, which is in the north of Zhejiang province. And after more than 27 hours' travelling, I finally arrived in Chicago in August 13th. I also slept in the O'Hare airpot that night, which is an exciting experience to me. So I have been in the UIUC for about half a month. Everything here gives me different experiences everyday. I also feel happy when I encounter strange people from different backgrounds. And hope that I will quickly adapt to the American campus life here.