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Life in KLMA gets harder and harder. It was 1:40 at night and the next day was the vocabulary test. From 9:00, I sat down and didn't get up. But still, there was a lot to do. My eyelids got heavier and heavier and if I had just closed my eyes for a second, I might have gone to sleep for good. To wash my face, I went to the bathroom. I don't remember why, but somehow I didn't wash my face. Instead just layed down on the wet floor in the bathroom. As I looked up, lcould find see the ceiling of the bathroom. High. Very high, I thought. I never noticed that there was such a high place in the dorm.
Can I reach it by jumping? I asked myself. When I am tired, it has been a habit for me to jump and punch the ceiling. I'm kind tall, and I thought it shoudn't be hard for me to punch it.
But, at that moment, hundreds of thoughts were piercing my head. 'What if I fail to punch that high ceiling? What will happen then? Won't I fall down and never jump again? What If I lose my confidence and never try ANYTHING again?'
I couldn't afford to stand up and jump because of all the risks I had to take when I jump. I was so afraid of the bad -but possible- outcome that I couldn't
even move my hands. I kept laying don on the floor of the bathroom.
Cold. It felt cold on my back. Yes, the water on the wet floor had soaked in my shirt. I had to get up, otherwise my favorite shirt would have been all soaked up. Oh, I layed down for too long, I thought. A dull pain came all over my body. So, I stretched my arms as high as I could. Then... "WHAM~!"
My hands hurt. I looked up and found out why. As I went through the door, my hands have hit the upper doorsill... ... Wait! the ceiling is just above the upper doorsill. There was no reason for me to fail in punching the ceiling. Still, I jumped as high as I could so that there were no factors of not touching it... Ouch. I hit the ceiling so hard that I was, from then on, afraid that my roomate would wake up. Standing, the ceiling didn't look so high. The same ceiling looked so high, even higher than the sky a minute ago. In delight and confusion, I forgot about my roomate and hit the ceiling againg and again.
A week later, which is today, I remembered what happened in this bathroom and layed down once more. The ceiling looked sky-high. But not like then, I don't hesitate and got right up and jumped, and punched the ceiling. It felt great. So I changed my habit of just jumping and punching the ceiling. In these days, I still punch the ceiling, but only the bathroom's ceiling. And before I punch the ceiling, I lay down on the floor and stare at the ceiling for some time.
Then, I feel very encouraged. When I go marching through the dorm, My friends usually get shoked at my encouraged look and say: "What on Earth has happened to your SHIRT???"
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