Snow.
Outside the math classroom window, the treetops were coated by glittering white, rocking back and forth in the cold winter wind.
The ground was pure white, as far as my sight reaches. Flakes of snow continued to fall from the sky, like a gift from heaven.
So beautiful.
"Emily, what is the answer to question 4 c)?"
"The formula is 4x+2y-9=0."
"Very good. Now let us move on to the next question..."
I exhaled in relief. I was caught off-guard, and I hoped he didn't notice. Not like I really pay attention to math class anyways, but usually I do check once in a while to see if I'm still following the teacher.
"Ugh, It's still snowing!" I hear my seat partner whisper.
"Isn't it pretty?"
"Annoying, too!"
I said nothing.
Winter's wonders are uncountable.
Snow is the number one.
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Wonderful teachers, wonderful friends, wonderful people.
I do like this place indeed.
I don't like this place at all.
I loved my memories from so long ago. Yet they will be no more.
Long gone. I must learn to love the present.
Amazing talents. Amazing personalities.
People in my memories, people in front of my eyes.
People who have changed. People who have stayed the same.
People who I've known for many years and seem like strangers
People who I've just met a few months ago and are some of my best friends
People who have faded out of my memory forever, like melting snow.
Gone without a trace.
