Sunday, March 31, 2019

Year Three, Almost Free 28: Typing Like Crazy and College Application

Hello, Tim!

This week is also a remarkable week. This week, our scores of the GSAT are submitted to different schools we hope to apply for, and they released the list of who gets to go to the interview of which school. Once the list is accessible, we generally have only three to four days left and we have to upload our soft copies of our personal statements to the corresponding schools.
Yeah, it's a happy week.

My Next Book to Read

So this week I finished the book I was talking about two weeks ago, and now I am ready to move on to the next book.
Turning away from humor and fairytales, I have to prepare myself for Anne Frank's Diary.
I know that as a book lover, I should have read this years ago instead of only now, but the same also goes to many a world's classics I have yet read. But better late than never, right?
I don't think there will be any need to cite what Anne Frank's Diary is about. Last week when I went to see my little niece dancing at her school's spring events, I came across a book store, and given that I still had sufficient time to spare, I headed inside like I always do. For a book that has seen the world with its eyes for more than half a century, I didn't expect it to still be on the shelves for the top 50 English books sold, but there it stood, with a cover that is not so elaborate but dressed with four black-and-white pictures of the same smiling girl with dark locks that shone under the natural light.
It's a book with a German background, and I would hate myself for not reading this well-known book before setting my foot onto the land of Germany. Sure, I have read about Hitler and his monstrosity (which was still an understatement) in history lessons, but I wish to have a more literary approach to the event.

Personal Statement, Personal Struggle

The ordeal of the day is to try finishing all the needed documents for a college course of education in one day. Where do we start? First, the number of words is not limited for the self-introduction section, meaning that you have to write until you have nothing remarkable to tell about yourself. Second, I have to write a total of around two thousand words on the following three topics: Motivation of application, study plans for four years, and your view on the current educational system. The largest hurdle for me is the last part because since that I am still a student under the mentioned "current educational system", I have to refrain myself from blatantly degrading the flaws me, my friends and teachers at school had pointed out so freely. If I kept my thought on just how bad the system is, I would sound like no more than just a high school student whining about the system and how it has wronged my, crippling me and preventing me from entering a better school. No, I most certainly do not want that, so I had to keep finding ways to insinuate and only be blunt at times. It's time-consuming and energy-demanding.
But at least, I have something decent already, now all it needs are possibly some small fixes...

William's and Patrick's Whereabouts for the Next Week

Next week on Tuesday, William and Patrick will be parting for Phoenix, America!
They are invited to attend a friendly event offered between cities, Phoenix and Taipei. Yes, William and Patrick are now representatives of Taipei City! How cool can that be! That would be heading for an exhibition of some sort, and then join the students there at school for several days until the event is over.
For nine days, they will be far away from us, away from our school, and away from tests... How lucky.
At least we can expect some souvenirs, that is for sure.

End
This is the end of this week's letter. I have spent over eight hours today in front of this laptop, and I think my eyes are complaning. Until next week!

Sincerely,
Hugo

Sunday, March 24, 2019

Year Three, Almost Free 27: Brisk and Oh I NEED A BREAK

Hello, Tim!
This week, (copy and paste from the opening from last week) was...

The same.

Preparing for the midterm so that I don't get flunked this semester, preparing for the college application, studying German and so on. I promise that after all this is over I'll head out for a walk.
The more frustrating thing is that I cannot focus. "Just five more minutes on the phone and I'm going to finish this paragraph of the personal statement" is the biggest lie of this week. I don't know why, but there always seems to be a part of my brain that is not there at all, and something vacuous has taken the stead of the vacancy in my brain and is not helping at all but mesh with the other parts of my brain.
Last time when I was confronted with this sort of conundrum, I had taken a bit of meditation and it works wonders, now that I think about it. Yeah, I'll try that tomorrow.

Falling into the Realm of Musicals

I have a friend back in my middle school times, and her nickname is Stone, and she has become a huge fan of western musicals ever since she got into high school. Almost every week, you can see her sharing on her social media about a new musical she had watched that is attached with several lengthy paragraphs about her reflection. This finally, finally propelled by her enthusiasm, I picked from her list a musical called Bare, which was a story about a gay couple deeply closeted in a Catholic boarding school where they are challenged with pressure coming from the ever-prying eyes of the other people. It was such a splendid show! I really want to go into details like Stones always do, but I HAVE NO TIME.

End
I am not pleased with myself like this when there are still so many things on my list to do but none can be done with the time left for me. I think I perform horribly when it comes to time management. That is certainly something I can and should reflect upon because it can only get worse when I reach college either in Germany or Taiwan.
Sincerely,
Hugo

Sunday, March 17, 2019

Year Three, Almost Free 26: Test Scores (Finally) and Kill the Farm Boy

Hello, Tim!
This has been yet another week passed in a blur. With a history report in the equation, I had quite a hard time juggling with all different things in my hand, hence making me think that I have everything unorganized.

Long Overdue: GSAT Scores
This is the one topic that I had promised, and since this week I had started writing my letter relatively earlier, I think talking about this comes to the first on my list.
The scores came out on February 25th. I woke up with a gasp, eyelids flinging open abruptly. I stumbled off my bed because I was fully aware of what was awaiting me. It is said that the scores will first come in in the form of text messages at around six in the morning. I consider this a very cruel arrangement, for won't even have time to at least have a peaceful breakfast. I snuck into my mom's bedroom to get her phone, whose phone number was designated the recipient of the message. Just as I walked into her bedroom, her phone blinked to life, which was a notification of an incoming message. With trepidation practically making my four limbs tremble, I picked up the phone. It indeed was the message from the examination center with the fearful note.
The full mark of every subject is 15. The light coming from the screen was blinding in the lightless room of my mother, but I squinted my eyes to adjust myself to it.
It read: Chinese, 12; English, 15; Social Studies, 13; Math, 13; Sciences, 7.
I remember talking about the criteria requested by Germany in order to be eligible to apply for a school in the country, which was having a total of 53 points. I was so nervous I had momentarily lost the ability to add numbers. I kept getting 53 when I added the five subjects but later I found out that I had gotten 63, which later turned out to be the second high score in the class. I was, however, not so pleased with my Chinese score, which was a lot lower than the scores I had gotten in mock tests.
Overall, the score I got was much better than the previous two mock tests, since I got incredibly lucky to have such high math scores.
Now, I want to direct the focus back to applying for college. Now that I have met the standard of the German college application, all I am supposed to do is to be more diligent in learning German. To be honest, learning German, albeit quite difficult, is actually more enjoyable than the everyday school-taught subjects.
Still, I also have to apply for a Taiwanese university. For what reason? After some fiery debate and several convincing words, my parents and I have agreed on also striving to get into the best college I am able to reach in Taiwan lest my application in Germany should not be successful (knock on wood) or I shouldn't be able to accommodate to the German lifestyle. My parents wanted me to have a place to come back to, even though initially I didn't think that necessary.
Now, with my score, what universities can I apply in Taiwan?
I wasn't given many choices, sadly. Even though I got second place in total in-class, my Chinese score was... unsatisfactory. I don't have to mind my sciences score because the majors I'm picking won't be asking for the score of that subject. But for one who drools about entering a course that is affluent in language-related studies, having a mere 12 on Chinese is unacceptable. Many of the prominent municipal schools in Taipei demands a Chinese score over 13, meaning that I am one regretful point under the requirements, hence blocking my path to apply for better French/German or English Literature majors in universities like Taipei University and Taiwan Normal University, along with the others. Note that how much a difference I can make with only one point.
After the application come the interviews, which would be the determining factor if you are to enter the schools or not. I ended up applying for two German majors in two private but also well-known universities, one French major, two education-related major in two municipal schools as well as a major in social work in Taipei University.
Whether I can go to their interviews is still unsure, but now I also have to prepare for the interviews and personal statements needed for these schools, adding a lot more work to my pile.
Having so many things stacked upon my figurative desk and not having nearly enough time is both pressuring and panicking. But as my parents say, this is what is necessary because we are looking ahead.

Long Haul Read: Kill the Farm Boy
I have been reading this book since February, but apparently, I was so busy that I barely had time to pick up my book. These days, my time reserved for free reading is now confined only to the scarcity of time when I am riding on the metro every Monday and Wednesday. I still have yet finished reading it but I am ready to talk about it. Kill a Farm Boy, written by Kevin Hearne and Deliah S. Dawson, is a parody-like fantasy that was supposed to borderline resemble a fairytale. This book hooked my attention the moment it went on the shelves of Taiwan's online bookstore. As a big fan of Kevin Hearne's The Iron Druid Chronicles, I follow him on social media to get first-hand information of his new books. He enjoys and is quite praised for his witty style of writing, mixing both sarcasm and wordplay in a well-structured universe of magic and folklore and so on in his urban fantasy saga, The Iron Druid Chronicles.
It was no doubt that I would immerse myself in this book I'm presenting, just the way like I did in his other books. Unlike some authors who have been writing solo for life in their careers, Kevin never shies away from collaborations. He has, along with other fantasy authors, published several books whose cover page was printed with five people's names. I haven't gotten the chance to have my hand on them, but they are already on my to-buy list.
Back to the book itself. Like I said, this is an unconventional fairytale which was brought to the world to turn the story upside down, like a child would to its toys in a box. It shakes it, tosses it until all the contents inside are ridiculously deformed but still in-shape enough for you to laugh a the morbidity of it. The book talks about a boy going on a journey with his talking goat. The boy thought himself the Chosen One, but was instantly crushed to death as a female muscly warrior fell from a tower. It started weird enough, but it gets way more eccentric. At some point in the story, we have a wide nuance of characters in its most random way possible: The mentioned talking goat who was believed to be the most perceptive in the team, the said female warrior who also happened to be a vegetarian with a blood-thirsty sword, a female bard who was turned into a half-rabbit because of a cursed rose given to a princess, a Dark Wizard with great dark ambitions who also wished to have a profuse-growing beard and can shoot bread from his fingers, a rogue/assassin who was clonked on the head and had a below-average intelligence, and a witch with a glass wand who was a fanatic of crabs and is possibly the on character that fits the most into the stereotype of the original portrayal of the character. They celebrate diversity like Dorothy and her friends and went on quests that, in essence, had no substantial purpose. While taking the route which normal fairytales do, the story often reminds how much closer to real life it is than a fairytale ever will be: Even people who call you bound-teammates can aim bloodlust towards you with even the slight influence; the ones you call friends might not even fell obligated to save you until every man's their own island; people just die sometimes without any actions that are even slightly dangerous, or even more ironically, surviving a big ordeal but losing life to a jar of poison with a label named coffee.
It's got pun, it's got sarcasm, romance, irony and lots of direct mocking aims at fairytales. What's not to love?
I can't wait to finish this one, and get my hands on the sequel that is said to come on shelves in April.
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End
I think this concludes this week's letter. I found that I really like to talk about books and how they make me feel. Maybe I should read more so I can do this more often.

Sincerely,
Hugo


Sunday, March 10, 2019

Year Three, Almost Free 25: Rest and a Search for Solitude

Hello, Tim!

These days are getting more and more confusing. No. Confusing isn't the word. Blurrier.
You wake up at six in the morning. You get the coffee machine running, and brush your teeth.
You pack up, you head for school, and you study. You get back from school, and if it's Monday or Wednesday, you have to head for a three-hour German class and get dressed for bed. And then it goes around again. Weekends aren't much better when too often there will be too many activities involved I don't even have time for a piece of my mind for myself.
Oh, how I long that.

What I Want Right Now
It has been raining for seven consecutive days already, and while I'm more a rain person instead of a sun person, the constant stormy clouds are wearing off on me. I would picture myself in the rain with nothing as my possession, sitting with my arms held around my knees, alone on a grass field. There should be no other people around, nor should any sort of human-built structure exist. The raindrops would fall on the blades of grass, which wouldn't be able to hold the weight of the rain. The grass would allow passage to the drops, gliding them to hit the soil. The peripheral would smell of the grassy wet dirt, which is a pleasant smell to me. I wouldn't have to mind the things going around me, as all there would be would be grass. I would lie down regardless of the muddy ground, and I would face the sky with a tranquil smile.
I'm looking for peaceful solitude, one this vision was able to give me.
Maybe I can put that in my schedule next week.
When the awful loop of tight schedule will be over I have no idea, but I guess in order to write a more detailed account of the week, I would have to move my time of blog writing forward.

This is, unfortunately, the end of this week's letter.

Monday, March 4, 2019

Year Three, Almost Free 24: German classes and Macarons

Hello, Tim!
All I want right now is a chance to just lie back-first on the floor and not care about anything; this week is still yet another filled with activities, even with the consecutive four-day holiday, I wasn't even able to find time for a haircut.

Die Deutschekurs hat angefangen

- i.e. the German courses have begun

My German courses have started!
In a spacious room that accommodates fourteen people, we began our class in a lively atmosphere.
I found myself able to catch up with the speed of the lecturer, and I have adopted a new way of notetaking different than before. There is a student who said that she was born in Hawaii and had lived in Germany for over a year. Of course, all her introduction was said in German. Fluent German. This made me wonder why she was still at the elementary level.


Macaron

Have I mentioned that my favorite snacks are macarons?
Well, my favorite snacks are macarons.
The crisp on the outer shell that emanates the smell of baked almonds and the soft and slightly chewy inner side of the almond and egg whites dough sandwiching a filling of whatever flavor... It's luxury indeed. One small bite followed by a big bite never fails to make me want more.
Thanks to Sherry and her new home, we got to bake my own macarons.
Due to the shortage of time (it has become so scarce lately) I'll skip all the convoluted steps Sherry, Selena, Angela, Cathy, and I took after failing once when mixing the dough.
It was a mess.
None of us had prior experience of baking this kind of dish that requires a high dose of precision, so I have no idea why we had chosen that dish.
Following the instructions on the video, we did, at length, did a barely decent job. That was until we started to put them together.
Look at these wonderful creatures for starters!

One, two, three.
After the filling was squeezed onto the pieces and attached together, they look remotely like the ones that people would be willing to fish out their wallets for.
Careful, careful...

These were the best we had:

The other half was... monstrous.
Things are about to become really weird.

We honestly didn't know what happened. Maybe the plate was just too close to the heat of the oven and it was overbaked. Half of our dough was baked until the surface cracked. When we tasted the dough for the flavor, we got a slight hint of carrot that must have originated from the food coloring powder we had added.
Then Angela decided to just make macaron towers.
I told you.

At least it still tastes delicious.


And it al lost control.
We laughed hysterically as Angela stuffed a horrific crust topped with the lemon butter paste into her mouth, for it was not the way you should treat a macaron, then the laughter must have gotten ten times crazier when Angela accidentally dropped a large drop of butter filling onto her hair. I screeched with laughter as I rushed to her aid but was stopped midway when I bumped into a low-hanging lamp (which, fortunately, did not break) while the others howled.
It was to a point that I was no longer sure whether we had simply lost our minds or it was just the excessive amount of sugar in our heads.
Despite all, we still brought home several "personable" macarons and a teeny portion of pride.

End

This has been a crazy week.
I just spent six hours writing my personal statement in English, which is a homework handed out by our teacher. It is an assignment, but also it could as well be a reference to a future application attachment.
School starts again tomorrow.
I really should have gotten more rest.

Sincerely,
Hugo

p.s. I totally forgot that the scores came out only this week!
It was such a week I thought the scores were tales several weeks ago...
Might have to include it in the next letter...