<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091</id><updated>2009-02-21T04:30:22.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wild fire</title><subtitle type='html'>a daily life story about a little Chinese guy comes  to America, and get lost in the american culture once in while.He does not care if he is the king of the world, but he does care the happiness of his friends and family. He is said to be "one of the kind" by all the people meet him in person!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-116334892426325980</id><published>2006-11-12T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T08:28:44.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big moment in college life</title><content type='html'>For everyone who goes to the College of Wooster or knows the  College of Wooster, I.S.is a huge project for students at their senior years. I started mine in the spring of 2006. At the beginning, I thought I.S. was like many mini-paper get together. As time passed, I.S.became my "dark time" in life. Every awaken and sleeping moments, all I thought was I.S. Most students at college have their I.S. meetings once a week, however, since I was very worried and nervous about mine, my advisor, Dr. Ramsay, agreed to meet me twice a week minimally or sometimes even more. At the end of the spring 2006 semester, I had written first two chapters of my I.S. I returned home in China for the summer, and of couse, I took my I.S. with me. I wrote the most part of my third chapter in my summer 2006. When this semester, Fall 2006, started, Dr.Ramsay and I continued learning and discussed game theory together, and learnt Nash equilibrium point and Nash theorem. While I was learning math part of I.S. with Dr. Ramsay, I revised it with the writing center, Mrs. Hampton, Katryn, Lenni, and Jenny all were very helpful. I revised at least 3 or 4 times of my I.S. before I turned in on Thursday, the 9th day of November 2006. The 9th day of November 2006 became a  day in my heart that I will never forget about life at college. &lt;br /&gt;Handing in I.S. is a big deal. Now I  look back to my "dark time" of learning and writing I.S., I think that it was not a torture, instead, I am glad that I did it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-116334892426325980?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/116334892426325980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=116334892426325980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/116334892426325980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/116334892426325980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2006/11/big-moment-in-college-life.html' title='A big moment in college life'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-115651394299911019</id><published>2006-08-25T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T06:52:23.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last fall in Wooster</title><content type='html'>It has been a very long since last post. I have been very busy with my rough life in reality. Last summer as a student at college was long enough for me to get rest and put my thoughts together for a new semester. Last year, I was smiling when I saw seniors finishing up their studies at Wooster. I can not believe that now is my turn to use every awaken moment to work on I.S. And wish the endline could be later than November 13th 2006. I do not know why that a part of me is not ready to leave Wooster for a new life. Last night I moved in to my dorm room, and it was smaller than my last semester's double single in Armington with seniors. I hope that I could move all my stuff into the single room. I decided not to attend any crazy parties this semester on the planes back to U.S.  I would love to remember my last fall at Wooster with sober mind. I hope I will have a smooth semester and receive good grades. My only goal of this semester is at the moment of leaving campus on December 2006, I will have a smile on the face instead of tears in my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-115651394299911019?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/115651394299911019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=115651394299911019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/115651394299911019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/115651394299911019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-fall-in-wooster.html' title='Last fall in Wooster'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-114679629722201330</id><published>2006-05-04T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:31:37.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night before the Last Day of Classes</title><content type='html'>There are so many things happened in my life at college during this school year. One of my friends named Brittany always says to me that things happen for reasons, both good and bad. Something happens to us, in order to make us realize that life is very short, and very valuable. Something happens to us, in order to make us think that we are very lucky to be at the college. Something happens to us, in order to make us know that we are very furnate to have friends that actually care about us. I know that the world we are living in right now, it changes very fast everyday, some mornings I wake up, I could not believe that the weeks have gone by. Tonight is the night before the last day of  classes, most of my friends have so much work to do, because they save all their semester worth work to the very last minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-114679629722201330?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/114679629722201330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=114679629722201330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/114679629722201330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/114679629722201330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2006/05/night-before-last-day-of-classes.html' title='The Night before the Last Day of Classes'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-114661448012079851</id><published>2006-05-02T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:01:20.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Radio Show of the semester</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I did my last radio show of the semester. One of my friends at college suprisely droped by and visited me for 20 minutes in the station. I was very glad. After the guest left, I realized that it was going to be my last radio show of the semester, and I became a little bit sad. I do not like endings at all, because when something comes to the end, it means that it will only be in the memories. I played songs, and told listeners about my summer plans, such as spending time with my family, my friends and travelings. I hope that next semester, a.k.a. my last semester at Wooster, and last semester at college as undergraduate student, I will find time to continue doing my radio show weekly. I love to talk on the air and share my favorite musics with everyone who is listening to my shows. It was rather scary to think that I have been doing the radio shows since the 1st semester of my college life at Wooster. 7 semesters flies by very quickly. I was wondering where the time has been. Well, time for me to visit my Pastor before summer vocation.  Hope everyone have a great night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-114661448012079851?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/114661448012079851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=114661448012079851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/114661448012079851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/114661448012079851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-radio-show-of-semester.html' title='Last Radio Show of the semester'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-114642326628873054</id><published>2006-04-30T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T11:54:26.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last meeting with Wooster Volunteer Network</title><content type='html'>This morning, I got up at 10am to go to my very last WVN meeting, because I will no longer be a exective board memember of WVN next year. After I have been on the board since I was sophmore college year, I finally decided to step down during my last semester of college years. I know that I do not like saying goodbyes to things that I have been part of for a long time, or to people that I have known for a long time. After been through 3 years of college life, I finally realize that it is easy to say goodbyes to people before the very last minute. Otherwise, saying goodbyes at very last second will be very painful and tragic. I am pretty sure that new members of WVN board will continue doing awesome job for the Wooster Volunteerism. Saying goodbye to WVN is the very 1st step for me to fade out at the college campus life, and I know that no one ever said that saying goodbye is going to be easy and happy. Well, today is Sunday, and the beginning for the very last week of classes for me in Spring 2006. I will be glad when my finals are over. To me, summer is 11 days ahead! Yay, 11 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-114642326628873054?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/114642326628873054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=114642326628873054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/114642326628873054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/114642326628873054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-meeting-with-wooster-volunteer.html' title='Last meeting with Wooster Volunteer Network'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-114609920102109891</id><published>2006-04-26T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T17:53:21.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last two weeks of classes</title><content type='html'>Firstly, please allow me to say sorry to all the people who love to read my blogs, because I have been very busy with school work and school activities, such as Wooster Activities Crew, Wooster Volunteer Network, Student Government Association, math club and The Chinese Cultural Club. Today, one of my good friends, Bethany, asked me why I have not posted anything on my blog lately. I was very touched by her caring, and loving friendship. In life, we need friends like Bethany, who really cares about you, and loves to read about your feelings. As I sat in the library, suddenly I realize that there are only two more weeks classes, and then finals. In about 17 days, everything about this school year, 2005-2006 is going to be OVER. At the beginning of the April, I can not wait to begin my summer break, so  I can see my family, friends back home, and no need to wake up each morning to go to classes and taking notes. However, today, I felt a little bit sad about the end of school year, because my friends are going to graduate and leave the campus, and Bethany, a girl whom I have known for about 4 years, and she is going to graduate and move on from Wooster, hopefully whenever she goes, she will always remember me and remember to read my blogs. Ending often makes people cry, or think, today is Wednesday, and Wednesdays are called College Night at Woo town, and I should not have cried on the college night, a night full of happiness and joys. I think that once in a while, tears make me realize that I have a great friend like Bethany in my college life at Wooster. During the last two weeks of classes, I will of course keep grades up and party with friends. I will not say a single "Goodbye" to friends who are leaving, because "Goodbyes" will definitely make me cry and wanna time to go back to the summer of 2002, the 1st day of college pre-orientation. College to me has been a place to recieve knowledge about life, wisdom about life, to build life-long friendships, to hang out with friends who from different countries, different religion background, different economic classes, and who have different views of life in general. To the Class of 2006 at The College of Wooster, although I am not going to be at the graduation ( I will be too sad to walk cross the stage), I will always remember the time we have spent together at college, and I will always be proud to be a member of the Class. Although I hate to say goodbyes, in about 17 days, I have to say the word goodbyes to all of you, as I am writing right now, my tears are rushing out my eyes (sorry, I could not help it). I wish each of you best of luck in life, some of you will go to graduate school. some of you will work a real job, earn real pay checks, and some of you will travel around the world. No matter wherever you are, and whenever you are, if you feel lonely or sad, please read my blogs, and know that Da's heart is always next to yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-114609920102109891?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/114609920102109891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=114609920102109891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/114609920102109891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/114609920102109891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-two-weeks-of-classes.html' title='Last two weeks of classes'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-114135807815045271</id><published>2006-03-02T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:54:38.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Deep Thoughts of Life</title><content type='html'>Dear, friends&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wake up and ask myself the same question "Why God Brought me to the earth?" Life at college is just too hard, homework, projects, labs, and senior thesis. I want to quit thinking about 8am classes, meeting deadlines for submitting homeworks or applications. Being a part of Student Government Association has been one of the things I would like to do. However, recently I feel that the Students in general do not trust the Student Government, in other words, I do not think that students will ever understand what I am doing to change the campus to a better place. I think that studying at college is mainly for being able to find a decent job, and earning decent money to support family. Before I came to the college, I had all the dreams about being with angels in the Heaven, and every weekend sit in my room and play simple games like candy land with friends or people passing by the hall I am living in. I forgot since when, I started to like going to parties, enjoying drinking with people, and being mad and angry with the world surrounding me. I do not know, seriously, when I am going to find that person whom I would like to be, or whom I actually am. 1 more week till spring break, we will all need to hang in there, and keep positive thoughts in our heart. After spring break, I will enjoy I.S Monday with my class, and to think that I am seeing the light through the darkness of life. After I.S. Monday, days, weeks, even months will go by very quickly. Let us all dream about three-month of summer vocation. I CAN NOT WAIT TO GO HOME FOR SUMMER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-114135807815045271?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/114135807815045271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=114135807815045271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/114135807815045271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/114135807815045271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-deep-thoughts-of-life.html' title='Random Deep Thoughts of Life'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-114029241062371879</id><published>2006-02-18T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T11:53:30.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful Woo life</title><content type='html'>Last semester, everything seemed okay, and interesting. I did not feel stressed over anything, probably I was in a relationship at Woo town. As this semester started, life changed from easy, simple, stress free to difficult, complex, stressful. Although most times I tend to live in a carefree world, forget all about classes campus jobs, student organzations, tests, papers, and senior Independent Study, in reality I can not leave all of them behind if I hope to graduate from The College of Wooster. This semester, so far life is stressful, only thing I can do is everyday I tell myself that the next day is going to be better, or evberything will be taken care by the Heavenly God sooner or later in life. Seriously, I can not wait for spring break and summer break. I think that I will spend every single second of my spring break to dream about long hot summer in Beijing, China with my friends, and my family. After four years being at Wooster, I pretty much know that I am not quite a little town boy, and in fact that I am more like a city boy, like parties, meeting new friends, dream about living in a very romantic life, and always thinking about one day I will stand at the toppest point on the world. I have a IM basketball game in about an hour, and I say to the team that "play hard or go home". Hopefully today I can win! And as the same time, all the people can have fun in the game of Basketball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-114029241062371879?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/114029241062371879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=114029241062371879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/114029241062371879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/114029241062371879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2006/02/stressful-woo-life.html' title='Stressful Woo life'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113883472936847826</id><published>2006-02-01T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:58:49.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of a new month</title><content type='html'>Today is the 1st day of February 2006. Last night I had a small celebration of the end of January 2006. Although I have never liked to accept the end of things, such as graduation, the last day class, or even the last day in a month, this time I was glad that the month of January 2006 finally passed. The month of January was the most emotional month for me since I remembered things in life. However, January 2006 made me realize that I am a regular human, and have feelings for others and things in life. February is a very romantic month, not only because of February 14th, the V-day, but also attending a semi-final dance at college. Since I came back to college, things in life have been very interesting. Every morning starts with chatting with my girlfriend back home. I am very glad to know that back home there is someone loving me, and waiting for me to be back. Also in February, I am running for the President of the Student Government Association. Winning the election will provide me a very valuable chance to service the student body and the college faculty and staff members. This Friday, my good friend, emily will turn to a magical age, as we all know, the age of 21. I am very glad that she invited to her bday party. I know for fact that I will drink to max. Having someone really loves me does make me feel happy and very pleased about life. Now I know that my ex and I are going to be good friends. What a college senior guy could ask for more, weekends full of funs, a loving girlfriend, and a very caring ex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113883472936847826?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113883472936847826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113883472936847826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113883472936847826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113883472936847826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2006/02/beginning-of-new-month.html' title='The beginning of a new month'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113740931340514257</id><published>2006-01-16T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T03:01:53.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>winter break summary</title><content type='html'>I can not believe that winter break is over, it seems like that yesterday last semester's finals were just over. My winter break was great. I finally got a chance to go back to Beijing China since Christmas 2004. I really miss home, especially my big bed and Chinese dramas on TV. I miss my parents as well. Now I realize that nowhere on the earth or in the whole universe can be as comfortable as home. In the winter break, few of my friends from the college visited me, which was great. Everything in the winter break was wonderful, but I did wanna say that I miss a special someone every second by heart. I do not wanna be back to campus, but I chose to be back to woo town, because of her, a girl who means a lot to me. I do not wanna make her sad or disappointed. I wanna do everything possible to make her feel like home while she is studying and living in woo town. I love her whole heartly, not like lovers, but more like brother to sister. I know sometimes love sucks, because it makes people hurt and confused, but from the moment I saw her in her room after the winter break, I know that she understands  everything I said and I will say,and I trust her with everything, even with life. In the winter break, I went to hiking and bowling a lot. Hiking trains me to be stay with my own goal, and make it real. Bowling trains me not to give up, always improves scores, and always trying to achieve the highest score in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113740931340514257?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113740931340514257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113740931340514257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113740931340514257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113740931340514257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2006/01/winter-break-summary.html' title='winter break summary'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113458013721150530</id><published>2005-12-14T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T09:08:57.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Week Summary One</title><content type='html'>The semester my life in the final week does not seem to be too bad. I have three take home exams, and one in class exam. On top of them, I have some night mire called cleaning up my dorm room and packing for going back to China. I do not think that I did badly on the exams so far. Tonight I have the only in-class exam to finish. I will not be done with my finals until Friday night. Somehow, I think that finall week has been much harder than the class days. I would rather taking classes than siting in a 3 hour exam. I am looking forward to the a month long winter break after the finals, which will start on the coming Saturday. I am not ready to leave campus, because there is certain someone I will miss every second while I am spending the holiday season with my family back home. Well, I will have to go and prepare the battle for the finals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113458013721150530?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113458013721150530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113458013721150530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113458013721150530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113458013721150530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/12/final-week-summary-one.html' title='Final Week Summary One'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113405369170805463</id><published>2005-12-08T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T06:54:51.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Thursday of classes</title><content type='html'>Although I do not have any classes today, I still wanna point out that today is the last Thursday of classes for me in the year of 2005. Tomorrow will be the LAST DAY of classes for me in the year of 2005. I am looking forward to finish up the classes for the semester, and for the year of 2005. Yesterday, a couple friends of mine could not believe that we are in the month of December of the year of 2005 already. It seems that we were just in the beginning of the year of 2005 yesterday. It is clear that time flies in life. We all need to use time wisely, and of course make the best of it. At the end of year, I would like to say Good luck to everyone, and if you move on from your chapter at Wooster, OH, please do not forget to say Goodbye to me in person. Although I do not like goodbyes at all, it is very neccessary for me to say Goodbyes to all my friends when they decide to move on in life. All my friends, please always remember that no matter what the world has been changed, I am always there for you, and always your friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113405369170805463?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113405369170805463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113405369170805463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113405369170805463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113405369170805463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-thursday-of-classes.html' title='Last Thursday of classes'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113392424601901753</id><published>2005-12-06T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:57:26.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last radio show of the year</title><content type='html'>I have been a DJ of the college radio station since the end of my 1st semester of my Freshmen year. I really like to be a DJ and talk on the air. When listeners call me, I will be very happy for at least a day or two.When it comes my last show of each semester, I was always very sad. I do not know whether not I could pick the same or better time slot for the next semester of the radio show. Today I did my last radio show of the year, and I felt sad. I think that all my listeners will miss me and hopefully they are all looking forward to listen to my show again in the spring semester. I think that a month not being on the air will be very long for me, but I think that I will be okay. Rest for a busy semester, courses, and more senior stuff at college. Well, I think that finishing up everything for a semester is very busy and stressful, but I always believe in HUKANA MATATA, problem free phrase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113392424601901753?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113392424601901753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113392424601901753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113392424601901753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113392424601901753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-last-radio-show-of-year.html' title='My last radio show of the year'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113384764040557850</id><published>2005-12-05T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:40:40.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Take home Final down, Three to Go!</title><content type='html'>Today marked the beginning of the final weeks of the fall semester of 2005 to 2006. As soon as I got the take home final for Intro to Africana studies, I decided to finish it as soon as possible. I know that finals are the most terrified things ever in the world, I will do my best to get them done as soon as possible. I could not stand to hold finals to the last moments. Well, it is just my attitude toward to finals. Wish everyone have a great time with finals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113384764040557850?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113384764040557850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113384764040557850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113384764040557850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113384764040557850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-take-home-final-down-three-to-go.html' title='One Take home Final down, Three to Go!'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113364931591184835</id><published>2005-12-03T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T14:35:15.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Counting Down</title><content type='html'>The most scary to a student is facing finals. You never know what are going to be on finals. Some professors are angels, and they will make sure everything passes the courses. However, some professors are devils, and they will take away students' last breathe on the finals. Today, I survived a final for a math course, which is 6 hour long. Up to date, I have 3 take home finals and one in class finals. I know that the next 2 weeks will be terrible. I will do my best to stay positive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113364931591184835?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113364931591184835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113364931591184835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113364931591184835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113364931591184835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/12/finals-counting-down.html' title='Finals Counting Down'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113357743855540155</id><published>2005-12-02T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T18:37:18.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend before Finals</title><content type='html'>Weeks before the finals are full of stress. The finals are scary sometimes. Sometimes, I think that Professors throw students curve balls, in order to tell students that the courses are not as easy as we think. Yesterday and today, I worked for the college swimming meet. Although timing for the meet were not too much fun, making money is always good for me. I think that I will be very happy when I see my pay check next Friday. Tomorrow, I have a SIX- HOUR exam in one of my math courses. I know that the exam is going to be EXTREMELY DIFFICULT. However, I will not give up. I would like to tell all my friends that I FEAR NO EXAMS, NO TESTS, of course NO Homework. I think that as long as I remember everything that I have learned in the course, and I am putting forth 100% effort on the exam, I will not be disappointed. This weekend, I am going to clean my messy room. Please wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113357743855540155?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113357743855540155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113357743855540155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113357743855540155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113357743855540155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/12/weekend-before-finals.html' title='A Weekend before Finals'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113349386027094897</id><published>2005-12-01T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T19:24:20.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my life!</title><content type='html'>I just realize that how much fun I have in life right now. I have wonderful jobs on campus, wonderful friends in life, and wonderful family. I know that sometimes things do not go the exactly the same that I am hoping for, but I am glad that I have today to be with friends at school, and to be with family on the same planet. I do not think that from now on there is anything that can upset me. Life to me is too short, to be anything, but happy. I love my life. Seriously, I have no complains to things in life. However, I like challenges, and once in while, I would change the ways that I always do things. Although some of the changes that I have made in life have given me some hard times, I do not like to live life as a glass of water, in another words, I like to live everyday with excitements. I love my life, because I have someone special in life. And she is always by myside, and taking care of me as someone that I have known for a long time. Now I am starting to be ready to move on to the next stage of life, which is going to be looking for something called passionate jobs. Although I do not know what I am going to be when I grow up, I am not going to give up on searching for meaning of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113349386027094897?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113349386027094897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113349386027094897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113349386027094897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113349386027094897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-my-life.html' title='I love my life!'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113344817709783808</id><published>2005-12-01T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T06:42:57.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Morning</title><content type='html'>Thursdays are the good days throughout the semester, not only because I do not have any classes, or meetings, but also I can relax until 8pm working the library. Speaking of working in the library, it is the best job ever, basically, working in the library is just sitting at a desk, and doing my homework. Although sometimes the library gets busy and crowded, people in the library are very nice and sweet. The library is also a place to meet new friends. Thursday mornings are generally nice and wonderful, everyone knows that after Thursday is the start point of a weekend--Friday. Last year, I went out to parties and drinking to the maximum on every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday nights. This semester, I am no longer a big fun of weekend parties and happy hours. I know that spending everyday sober is much better feeling that spending the mornings feeling hang over or even getting sick. Although sometimes being sober makes me easily to see the reality and the facts of life, and of course now every college students at their senior years come to a very scary or even heart-broken realization that life is not always fair to everyone, sometimes we may feel that no matter how hard we try to stay positive about our life, there is always something bothers us. Often times, when we suddenly discover that people that we consider to be friends with are not living life right or do things on purpose to harm others, we will not know what to do or what to say. Certianly, things we have learnt in classes can not be always easily or directly applied to real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113344817709783808?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113344817709783808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113344817709783808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113344817709783808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113344817709783808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/12/thursday-morning.html' title='Thursday Morning'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113332952610373062</id><published>2005-11-29T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:45:26.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DO NOT LIKE  GOODBYES</title><content type='html'>This is the second to the last week of classes. I do not like to go to classes, because of boring materials and boring notes. However, I do not like to see the classes end either. It is always sad for me to know that I will not be with the same people in the same classes again. Sometimes, I would find that there are few interesting people in my classes, and I enjoy listenning to their opinions, even though half the time I do not neccessary agree with what they are saying. Since I came to the college, all the professors that I have had for classes have been very friendly and nice to me as a student and as a friend. Although I have never been the best student in any classes grade wise, my advisor Professor John Ramsay always cheers me up, and tells me that tomorrow will be better. Since I was in high school, I have been upset by saying goodbyes to people. Sometimes, I have to spend a few months to face the reality or the fact that they are no longer around me everyday in life. In high school, my teachers made every student stay and watch seniors graduate each year. Watching friends who are seniors getting their degrees were supposed to be a very happy thing for all the people, but for me I could not have a smile on my face, instead, at the end of the ceremonies, I always had tears in my eyes. During the past three years at college, I always avoided to attend my friends' graduations. Some of them did not understand why, but some of them did find out that I do not like saying goodbyes to friends. Four years of college life will be over in less than 6 months. Since the last months, I have hardly been to any parties with friends at college. I do not know what I have been escaping from. I think that i am avoiding saying goodbyes to friends, and I am afraid that I might no longer see them ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113332952610373062?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113332952610373062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113332952610373062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113332952610373062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113332952610373062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-do-not-like-goodbyes.html' title='I DO NOT LIKE  GOODBYES'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113331861621947052</id><published>2005-11-29T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T18:43:36.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The battle of Final weeks</title><content type='html'>Today is the 1st offical day of final weeks of the semester. I am very glad that finals are almost here. Please do not get me wrong here. I do not like finals at all, or any forms of tests, exams, papers, or homework. I am glad to see the semester is almost coming to its end. As I said in my previous entry, I do not want to go home for the winter break, because I do not want to leave the one who is very special and very important to me in life. However, I have not been home since last Christmas. I think that my family and friends back home would be very happy to see me and to know that everything with me goes well. I hope everyone will hang in there for his or her finals. Finals are not very scary, just treat finals as other tests or even quizzes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113331861621947052?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113331861621947052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113331861621947052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113331861621947052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113331861621947052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-of-final-weeks.html' title='The battle of Final weeks'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113314654395686222</id><published>2005-11-27T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T18:55:43.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Three weeks of the semester</title><content type='html'>I can not believe that there will only be three more weeks until finals are over for the semester. Please do not get me wrong here. Three weeks for fighting against finals are very long for me. Right now, I wish that I could have already completed the finals and finished packing for the winter break. However, there is one person that I do not want to leave her all by herself for the break. Although one month for the winter break does not seem to be that long, for me and her are going to be apart from each other is extremely long. I know that during the break, I am going to e-mail her every single day. I hope that all my professors are going to be super nice to me and my fellow classmates tomorrow, and the days in the final weeks. I mean professors being nice is that they will not give us( me and people in my classes) way too much matrials to study for the finals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113314654395686222?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113314654395686222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113314654395686222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113314654395686222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113314654395686222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/11/final-three-weeks-of-semester.html' title='Final Three weeks of the semester'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113306305719985961</id><published>2005-11-26T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T19:44:17.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving break</title><content type='html'>The Thanksgiving break is longer than the fall break, but to me and the most people, it is still short. The Thanksgiving break is very wonderful,even though I worked at the first day of the break at the library.During the break, my friend helped me cook food,so I can be alive when the Lowry dinning hall is closed. My friend watched a series of Japanese drama with me. I fall in love with the Japanese drama. I started to change my attitude toward Japanese culture, from not care to respect. My friend is very glad with the change I made toward to Japanese culture. I think that my friend and I will always be together, no matter what happens with the world around my friend and I. Oh well, please have a safe trip back to campus. If you come to Timken library tomorrow night, you will see me working and enjoying my job! &lt;br /&gt;P.S. my friend and I decided to form a family, which means that I am her elder brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113306305719985961?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113306305719985961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113306305719985961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113306305719985961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113306305719985961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-break.html' title='Thanksgiving break'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113266900049874333</id><published>2005-11-22T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T06:16:40.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Class Before Thanksgiving Break</title><content type='html'>It is the last day of class before the Thanksgiving Break. As many students at the college, I can not wait to the break to start. The semester, everyday has been stressful for me, classes, organzation meetings, and personal life. I do not like to have a stressful life, and I bet no one likes it either. As I got up this morning, it was snowing. I like to watch snow before my window of my room, but I do not like to walk in the snow or even go outside during the snowy days. I am glad today is Tuesday, my favorite day of a week, no classes in the morning, only tutoring my good friend, Les, Chinese, working in the Science Library, T.A. a Chinese Class, and my radio show. Due to the break, in addition to all of it, I am going to be in charge of Student Government Association Shuttles to the airport at 5pm. I know that I need a break from everything. I am glad that Thanksgiving is coming. I know that most of my friends are going to watch football while they are having Thanksgiving dinner. I asked all of my friends to have turkeys for me on the Thanksgiving Day. I think that my Thanksgiving will be filled with rest, and good companies. Although I have told myself thousands times not to do any work during the break, I can not help but working for the library and working on my Senior Indenpendent Studies. Working during the break is very easy, no one ( I mean only few people) uses the library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113266900049874333?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113266900049874333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113266900049874333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113266900049874333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113266900049874333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/11/last-day-of-class-before-thanksgiving.html' title='Last Day of Class Before Thanksgiving Break'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113232203913942011</id><published>2005-11-18T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T05:53:59.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Morning</title><content type='html'>I personally like Friday mornings the most. Although it is freezing cold in this morning, I am still happy and excited about the weekend. Weekends are generally nice and time to relax. Tonight I am working at Basketball games, in charge check people's tickets. After work, I will go to see Hary Potter with my friend. She and I both are Harry Potter fans. Well, time for me to run to class. Hope everyone have a great Friday and a sweet weekend as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113232203913942011?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113232203913942011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113232203913942011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113232203913942011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113232203913942011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/11/friday-morning.html' title='Friday Morning'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14520091.post-113228682420085406</id><published>2005-11-17T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:07:04.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday before Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the Friday before Thanksgiving break. I am very glad to see that Friday is around the corner, and also the Thanksgiving break is almost here. After Thanksgiving break, there will only be two and three more weeks to go until the last day of Final exams. Although I like to stay at Wooster as long as possible, I would like to be away from Wooster for a while. I think that I am the kind of person that could not stay at the same place for my whole life without taking few breaks from it. Friday is great, no need for getting up early the next morning. However, this Saturday, I have to get up early for signing up for classes. I am not sure that what I am going to take as my fourth course, whether Public Speaking or American Religious Community. Both courses sound very interesting to me. I heard from many students who have taken the courses that they both require lots of work. With Senior last semester and graudate school stuff, I do not want to take four hard courses. I would love to keep my GPA, and hopefully improve it if I can. &lt;br /&gt;Relay for life is happening this year! Yay for students who are co-chairs for the event. Although April is going to be cold in Wooster, I think that this year there will be many students that going to form teams. Last year, relay for life was lots of fun, and I made many new friends during relay for life. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, my friend and I are planning to see Harry Potter after work. I think that it will be a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14520091-113228682420085406?l=paceypotter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/feeds/113228682420085406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14520091&amp;postID=113228682420085406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113228682420085406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14520091/posts/default/113228682420085406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paceypotter.blogspot.com/2005/11/friday-before-thanksgiving.html' title='Friday before Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Pacey Potter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896834483335203646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03589902654112515774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>