Gradbook

As the end is near, a group of enthusiastic colleagues has decided to make a graduation book to record everything fun in these five years. They are now recruiting photos as the content. I see how hard they are trying to make a fancy and splendid book, however, I am afraid that this would be futile.

Well, we have a good Facebook. If you have friends in this social network, where total privacy is almost impossible, there are thousands of photos describing our daily activities, from snaps during running, a movie ticket or a coffee cup. Moreover, albums about birthday parties, outings or even weddings are not in deficiency. The graduation committee should have known this very fact and they are supposed to have an easy task to complete, for the sake of filling in the book.

However, when it comes to volunteering photos for the lives that are joyful to our class, it is really a trouble. No one except our class representatives are all-rounded to please everyone. Indeed we don't have to. But in this very little population there are a few who just want to watch the world burn, developing hatred and evil. They are perhaps as displeasing as some other people in our class who want to play God, putting themselves as the judges all the time. It turns out we can have few close friends in the class, but many dudes that you never know or hate. In that case, how can a grad book to turn a really sad class to a happy class, without changing the facts?

At this moment, though not 100% appropriate to use poems that describe romantic relationships for the personal relationships between classmates, I can never stop myself thinking of my favorite lines from 納蘭性德《木蘭花令擬古決絕詞》:

人生若只如初見，何事秋風悲畫扇。

等閒變卻故人心，卻道故人心易變！

驪山語罷清宵半，淚雨霖鈴終不怨。

何如薄倖錦衣郎，比翼連枝當日願！

Do you remember the first time when we met in the orientation camp?