It is back to school time! I hosted a couple of friends who are in town for the campus move-in. One of the ladies I hosted flew straight from Beijing. So it is not hard to imagine the issues she had to face with the flight delays and even cancellation. But after all that, she made it. I was imaging a stressed out, lost, and crying girl coming out of the terminal. But no, she seemed excited! She was outgoing and loud. I was totally surprised.
5 years ago, I did the same thing as her. I flew all the way from the other side of the earth to North Carolina for school. I was nothing like her though. I do not remember myself being happy. I came from the highest place on earth, the waves of NC heat soon took all my energy away. I could hardly breathe– at least that was how I felt. Surrounded by 18-year-old kids who would not stop talking, I felt so alone because I did not know how to butt into any of their conversations, such as something about Destiny’s Child, and so forth… The rest of my 4 years at Duke University is a long and successful story… I guess.
I am so happy for this girl who has such a positive spirit!
It was an unexpected event. The original plan was to have a quick lunch with Jonathan who is leaving for India tomorrow. But sometimes, plans do not work out well. Jonathan is always a cheerful person. We have so much in common to talk about, even though he is 35 years older than me. My four years at Duke would be a different experience without his presence as a mentor and father figure. I know I should not have told him the horrible truth, but oh well, what is a better way to wrap up Duke?
That is why my plan to go home right after lunch with Jonathan did not work out. Liz had to go to a dance event and she was running late. So instead of driving me home, she drove me to the mental hospital-ish place (I need to find out where I danced today, seriously!). The room was full of people, with various age, race, and gender. I noticed their dance moves rather to be forced and rigid, and wondered why they were dancing like that. From observation, I realized that I was dancing with a group of mentally ill patients who are enjoying the simple modern dance moves accompanied by a handsome guitar player.
One lady came over to me and held my hand and pulled me out of the audience. She wanted to dance with me. I felt very much appreciated, so I danced along with her. Another lady came over and grabbed my hand, she wanted to dance with me as well. I look across the room, I would honestly admit that no professional dancer would call what we were doing “dance”, but the smiles and the energy that everyone puts in, makes the experience unique.
So it is perfectly OK to be dancing with ourselves.
President Broadhead evicted the Class of 2011 of Duke University officially, “the door to home is closed” says him, and I was one of the evicted. It feels great to have the door behind after all these years of hard work. I deserve this! Happy Graduation from Duke! I have proven to those who humiliated me for my existence and those who have cherished and encouraged my strength. The end, accompanied by a smile from the bottom of my heart.