I am afraid of death of loved ones. Don’t want them to be sick, don’t want to face with death itself. I also have other fears such as: snakes, drunk men, to be alone, dark room. However, death is one of the sad and fearful occasion. Death is a moment at which life ends and whatever we did in this life wont matter.
We may escape presence, pureness and praying.
As a full time mom my days are pretty busy. Before coming to this class I wanted to make sure my baby boy is being fed even though, my husband takes care of him while I’m in school. And by the way he is going to be four months old on February 1st. When I was leaving my place I notice my little baby’s eyes were following me, that melted my heart.
I got to school by train, usually I take 5 sometimes 2 train. After we had a nice winter break pretty sure everyone kinda relaxed. However, we all each of us here to pursue our dream and to achieve our goals.
Finally, I arrived. Time is 10 minutes to 6 p.m. and of course crazy line to get into elevator. I didn’t want to waist my time and decided to use stairs to get to my classroom which is on floor 10. Glad that I walked, by using stairs got on time and had a cardio exercise.
Professor enters, and surprisingly plays some nice music. Other professors that I’ve had before they were formal and strict. So, class started in a good way and I hope will be enjoying English class this semester.