A man with a black text suit was playing on a woman dressed in
white. They were dancing in the
music. The lady stepped backs her right
foot. The man lifted up his right hand
and made the lady to turn her body before him.
The man stretched the lady’s right arm and led her to walk toward his
right-hand-side for two steps; and the man guided her back to the spot where he
had hold her hands and had made her body to turn before him. The steps were pleasant and joyful. The steps followed the music; the steps were
like the steps my professor Dr. Robert Blacky showed me how to write the
essays.
Robert Blacky was the professor who I had fallen in love with two years
ago in his history class. He wanted me
to quote a European to write something about myself. I stepped one foot back, I watching myself as I was not a
European myself, I could not write the assignment. So, I wrote my life experience in Taiwan. I was like the lady who was made to make a
turn before him; shameful and naked I was, but it was a beautiful turn before
his eyes. He caused me to find a
British political philosopher John Locke for writing the assignment. After days of studying on John Locke, I
finished the assignment with a great joy.
Later, I had figured out how to write the upper-division essays
throughout the final examines in his class.
To me, his assignment was marvelous, and there was no mistake on his
direction. I had been played like the
lady in his hands, and I just let him play.
Under his authority, there was a great joy in the end. And I call such a joy, from being obedient
to the authority of Dr. Robert Blacky, “Love”.