Open F2F Class Notes 21st September (Eddie)

pick-up lines =

Maybe we could exchange numbers so we can stay in touch.

Dear X

I am writing to thank you for taking the time to meet with our representatives on Thursday in order to go over our proposals. We think it was a very good meeting and an excellent starting point of our concerted efforts. The guidance we have received from your team I am sure will prove invaluable over the next several months. Once again, on behalf of the entire team at XYZ Industries, many thanks for your effort and consideration during this stage of the project.

We are looking forward to […]

The episode should seem self-indulgent, but, miraculously, the risk pays off. It does what “BoJack Horseman” does best, allowing the most heartbreaking parts of life to leach into the genre that’s meant to soothe them.

Original:

Whenever I reminisce about my high school years, it’s a mix of joy and sadness.

My desk mate X was a moody girl who always wanted to pick fights with me. One day she was exceptionally / unusually happy, so she bought me the Japanese creator Miyazaki’s comics books which I dreamed / obsessed  about. In front of other classmates, I received these books reluctantly. On a different day, she flipped out and started throwing school books all over the classroom for no reason. I picked those books up to return to her with embarrassment. She threw these books away without regret. So many times she took offence at me as if it was my fault when actually I did nothing. Every time she was mad at me, I would just bottle it up inside me and let her get away with it. The last straw was the time stole my lunch money; I told her we couldn’t be friends anymore and asked my teacher to change my seat.
TBC.

I ended up not going out of cowardice.

Edit:

Recalling my high school study life, I had sadness and joy mingled.
My deskmate X was a moodiness girl who had contradicion with me. One day she felt glad, she bought me the Japanese creator Miyazaki’s comics books which i dreamed for. In front of other classmates, I received these books reluctantly. Another day, she got mad by throwing school books all over in the classroom for no reason. I picked those books up to return her with embarassment. She threw these books away without regret. So Many times she took offence at me as if its all my fault and actually I did nothing. Every time she was mad to me, i reminded myself it was the last straw that i tolerated her and asked my teacher to change my seat. At last, i held back for my cowardice.
TBC.