Sunday, March 4, 2012 @ 3:20 AM
if no words could reach you
Went to watch the seniors get back their results just the other day.
Hard to imagine that one year down the road, it'll be me standing in their spot, feeling what they felt, reacting like how they reacted.
It's disheartening. And downright demoralizing to see some almost full grown guys tearing. In which the fundamental rule of equivalent exchange doesn't really hold.
End up missing H3 that day. Seriously speaking, I didn't really want to go out of the huisuo and see all those tears, because there's nothing I can possibly say to them to make them feel better.