it's actually another year of my boring life. i spend every day trying not to go crazy every time my son screams, which, unfortunately, happens very often. yet i mangage to accomplish quite a lot as a working and studying mother. i do read several books, although i'm not sure whether i fully understand them; i get turned down by the school journal, feel completedly humiliated, and spend 400 yuan and publish on another jounal. i am denied the chance to become a doctoral candidate, and i have to encourage myself to do it all over again next year. my son has his first fever and i stay up late to take care of him, and i feel lucky because his fever doesn't last long and i'm very used to burning mid-night oil.
i actually become interested in what i'm reading now -- totally academic books. i take delight in them because i can understand them.