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2002/10/17
Advanced Composition Class

Life Anecdote


It was the summer just before entering Hai-Shan Junior High School.

I stood waiting for my mother home on the balcony as usual. As seeing her in the distance, I rushed down stairs and saw if she bought snacks for me. Meanwhile, something drew my attention instead. Mom brought a antique wooden cage, from the traditional market,with a bird in it.

“She is called Painting Eyebrow Bird, an adorable singer like you.” She said.

The bird had fresh green feather and the sparking black eyes rimmed with white lines. I was too curious and excited to take eyes off her. I asked my mother to let me sleep with her.

“Nope,”mom softly refused. “She should stay at balcony. Don't worry, she will be safe in her cage.”

“Won't she freeze out at night?” little girls follows.

“No, it's summer, sweetheart. The cage is her home.” mom smiled and comes up “Home is the best shelf in the world, right?”

“Yup!” she grins as the crescent in the night.

Next morning, I pop up out of the bed and then rush to the balcony dying to say “Good morning” to the little bird. At the moment, I could hardly believe what I'd seen. The carved cage stained with scarlet dried-up overturned. Peacock-dazzling green feathers and a claw scattered on the tile floor. What lied in the cage can hardly be called “a bird”.

My mother still believed that the bird was attacked by a cat.

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Above is a little piece written for the composition class in sophomore i guess. The professor of the advanced compo, one day, passing one student's anonymous draft to everyone in the class and ask their opinions on the anecdote.

When i got one copy and realized it's my work, i was pissed off seriously. why i had to stand people judging my work in MY face and pretend i didn' know who wrote it. guys you don't fuckin understand me, what the hell ya r talkin about i bet ya don' know cos we dont even have a shit to play phony. it goes to some liked it, some didn't eventually. SO, what's the point!??

i was like giving a long face all the way. Rich said i shouldnt have been so psychotic about that, but i just couldn't help! during the beak, the professor came to me and start wriggling his lips but i heard nothing really. then he started to named me "dusky dawn" from the next roll call, i think no one pays attention to it, they don't have to. but you know what i took it though.