I thought I could breeze through my four years of college, but I never expected this batshit-crazy university to be one floor above the eighteenth level of hell. I thought the three people in my dorm were artsy, fresh-faced types, but I never expected to fall into a den of wolves, with no prospect of better days ahead. Bitter experiments, desperate struggles, laughter and scolding: it all became material for my writing.
I didn't get the chance to record the days gone by, and I don't want to miss the days ahead. With my pen, I'll sketch out my college years, bit by bit, slowly bringing them to life.
How lucky I was to meet them in the most beautiful years of my life, in the most beautiful way.
My community. . ╮(╯▽╰)╭
Seemingly boring military training
The writing is simple, starting from the small details. Some of the details described are hilarious. I hope the author will keep up the good work.
Well, this author, you write so little every time. . . . Come on more
My sister is also a freshman, and the memory of military training will start to fade away with this time. The writing is a bit general, so let's give some details.