A Week of Renewal And Challenges
I don’t want to make it sound boring, but I am still beginning my journal with the same sentence. It was a really busy week, rushing and running from this location to another became my daily routine. Not going to lie, these kinds of days with tight schedules and intense workload are actually my favorite way to live a life. I like the tiredness when I return home from a whole day of heavy work and new challenges. That feeling of being unable to do anything except lying on the bed out of tiredness makes me feel alive.
To elaborate more about my week, it needed to start with the presentation I just gave last Thursday, that might be the biggest workload of the week. So, I took a course from the department of politics this semester, that was a course which was taught in English, like in 100%. The reason why I took that course is that I think my English-speaking fluency is not bad. I could express myself with not much stress, but I still desire improvement. I think “not bad” is not my final goal when it comes to language learning achievement, my peak is yet to reach. Before I joined the course, I was quite confident with my speaking skill, but that is not the situation after I started attending the lessons. Every student speaks fine English, and there are students from every part of the globe, like India, Russia and Vietnam, etc. I needed to deal with the immediate language shifting process in my brain and get to adapt in this bowl of culture mixture at the same time. It is not generally a challenge of only speaking in English, and also a challenge of finding the most suitable and least offensive word to put into your speech. Every Thursday afternoon is becoming my training time for multitasking.
Last week was my presentation week, I picked the topic of “ Should oil drilling in the Arctic Circle be banned?”. It was basically a presentation of stating your perspectives and defending yourself, you could also call it a debate. I did the powerpoint as soon as I got the topic, but after practicing my speech a few times, I was not happy with my performance. I was not able to find out my problem by myself, so I just randomly called a friend of mine and asked her to listen to me for once.
“Why are you rushing through your speech? We are not in a hurry, sis.” That was the feedback from my friend.Then I realized that I was rushing, not only at my daily routine, but also my speed of speaking. Sometimes, your way of living really matters to every detail of yourself, like your speed of speech. Back to the point, the topic was extremely unfamiliar for me, it was not my field, not any stuff that was related to my study. However, I just awkwardly love suffering from that kind of torture from unknown and curiosity. It came out quite well, I could say.
Oh, by the way, I dyed my hair red. Haha. I wanted to dye it for so long, and I was finally doing it out of boredom. I am eating mud for meal for the rest of the month.