The confused and desperate junior year

How time flies! It feels like just yesterday I entered junior year. This year is probably the most crucial, as all post-university destinations hinge on its outcomes. Even if the prospect of finding a job after graduation has been dismissed, the pressure of continuing studies is undeniable.

I believe that if my GPA isn’t up to par, my only option might be pursuing an MSc in Hong Kong. In recent years, MSc programs there have unfortunately gained a reputation akin to “buying a degree.” Nevertheless, my consistently ranked second GPA over the past two years provides me with confidence. I can persevere for another year, competing for research opportunities and studying further, perhaps even seeking education abroad. However, with more choices come more complications.

Reflecting on the past two years of university life, it feels somewhat monotonous. I often feel like I haven’t achieved much during this time. Perhaps it’s because I tend to measure success in utilitarian terms. I thought that good grades would bring some recognition, but it seems like no one notices.

After my freshman year, I left the student union and joined the guitar association. I owe gratitude to my friends in the Band Society. This shift allowed me to rekindle my passion for music, particularly in blues.

Being alone comes with its fair share of loneliness and dissatisfaction. I find myself frequently in low spirits, but instead of sharing with others, I express my feelings through my guitar, making blues a powerful outlet.’

This is an old post translated from my Sina Blog.