On one disturbed morning, I didn’t have any excuse to tell my Professor of my first class why I was late to lectures. Well it happens sometimes to sleep late and wake up late, but why didn’t I set an alarm to wake me on time? Other people slept late and still woke up early? Anyway, that was exactly how disturbed I was the whole time our class lasted, then our trip to the museum for our next class brought me relief after learning and seeing a lot of arts of great writers.
With the warmth I felt after going through the corners of the museum, was worth it. Provided with full information on how legends and famous writers wrote stories with typewriters to publish for people to read was extremely amazing, I find it amazing because, typing only my name with a typewriter was the hectic and most stressful job I’ve ever thought of.
Getting to know the lives other people lived in the time of writing days permanently installed into me hope. Intelligent skills with some, difficult childhood days combined, making history till this day is what I also hoped for myself. Great writers are said to live forever through their writings.
Feeling happy around my colleagues created a serene environment to ask questions and learn more. I would like to visit the museum over and over again, since a writer has no urge of quitting to read and learn. My day from that time was memorable enough to forget how it all started.
Great organization! You used some awesome words in your post. Staggering post EYAN.
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