Journey to the West in 2008

BEFORE
Strangers' kindness was hard to depend on in this stuffed bus as gentlemen were hardly seen. However, ladies were available if they kept their mouth shut. This was totally a thrill. Yeah! TOEFL! I'm coming with sweat and a 'lost-not-found' ID card. What a day! For months I've guessed I might be a pessimist. And now the answer has become so clear: I'm a definitely a pessimist.

DURING
Apparently, I'm not BT enough to beat iBT TOEFL Test. It is a matter of time: they want quick thinkers and I'm not. And luckily if not for the rules, I would temper with that mischievous computer to death. It sparkled with the pop-out alarm of virus database update, and those 'pleasant' long-lasting rattlings in headphone.

AFTER
I rocked, I rolled, I failed to get a golden ticket to dorm. Men on the street kept on whistling and getting closer. Anxiety slowly dissipated through a whole night's darkness. Wee hours' siren brought me some light. From dusk till dawn, you may say. Two 5 mao and ten 1 mao ended my sorrow. Then in Intensive Reading class I heard Lori said: Oh Chelsea, you finally made it!