When I was applying for graduate school, I wanted to study in a large rural area in the United States. In my dream college life, I should live in Wisteria County, where Desperate Housewives played, drive to and from school every day, and go to Costco once a week to fill the trunk. But the fact is that I only got an offer from one school in Colombia. So I took off from Shiliyangchang and landed at Shimileyangchang.
Shanghai is China's New York. Coming to New York may be my destiny and that of Shanghai. I comfort myself like this. But in fact, my graduate student life is not a continuation of my colorful undergraduate life, but really feels like living in the countryside. I take the subway to and from school every day and go to the supermarket downstairs once or twice a week. New York is huge, but I only retreat to a corner of the Upper West Side; New York is lined with high-rise buildings, but I have never been to the Empire State Building; New York is full of gourmet food from all over the world, but I have eaten lunch boxes for a semester. I often joke with my classmates that I go to the library more times in one week here than in my four years of undergraduate study. Everyone says I'm exaggerating, but it's the truth. During my four years as an undergraduate, I probably went to the library four or five times, and I always went in to wash my hands when passing by. The undergraduate school library prohibits eating and drinking, and is quiet and solemn, providing a good learning atmosphere for college students. But I am a kid who eats small meals frequently, has endless coffee and milk tea, and wants to eat a cow whenever I think about it. Writing code in the library, chatting with classmates, playing with my mobile phone, and when I'm tired, walking to the Little Blue Bottle seven blocks away to buy a seasonal matcha latte is more suitable for my rhythm.
Purpose: The growth of women studying abroad for one year