It has been many years since we arrived in the united states, and it has been as if a long time ago, and as if yesterday, to recall what happened to those who came to study. In the united states, the master of biological information and the doctorate in biostatistics were received by 20 or 30 teachers. Here are some of the impressive and rough selections。
I. Indian dr. Jb
Dr. Jb, i'm not very fond of this indian teacher, but i have to mention that he is the first undergraduate teacher i've completed in computer science (post-bioinformatics). It was the first time that i had dealt with old imprints, but it was not surprising that the old english had been so hard to understand that, for people like me who were so easily distracted, they had to listen to people and hear in the clouds, as if they understood, it was too painful. A lot of indian boys have big eyelashes and look good in the shapes. But it doesn't matter that this indian brother is so dark that he doesn't have five fingers. What's most disgusting is that when he talks, he has to look at the ceiling with his white eyes, which makes him look funny and angry. There is a good saying that the solution to the suffering is to find someone more unfortunate than himself. A chinese boy who's taking lessons with me is more unfortunate than me. I can still understand. He's an old man. He doesn't understand. So, at the first class, when comrade jb announced that he was leaving, everyone was gone, and i went to the door, and the chinese boys looked so confused, and nothing was happening. On a more interesting occasion, he called me and asked me, in a gruesome manner, why people didn't attend today's class and he had been sitting in an empty classroom for more than half an hour. Turns out, at the end of the class, jb announced that he would cancel the next class, and he did not understand or ask. I don't know all about it, but i can read the key。
When studying in the country, everyone can teach college students. It's a good place, in a normal university, if the teacher is not strong enough, the cat and dog can be the undergraduate tutor, if you've ever studied this subject. This baby belongs to the cat and dog. Despite the doctoral title, the doctorate is 18,000 miles apart from the computer, and he is actually a graduate student in computer science。
It's your first lesson, and it's a small one. While the results were modest, it was gratifying that an a had been taken. After all, this is a summer class, which takes only a month. And this is the first time the big girl has been in the car。
Ii. Shootholders
The second undergraduate course in computer science is practical mathematics, taught by the old beauty of a tunnel, who looks like he's 50 or 60 years old, but he's so sharp and loud. After suffering from the indian accent, what's so bad about listening to it? I'll be able to swim while i'm at school. The lesson itself was simple and the old man made it clear that, although the three-day double exam had been short-lived, it had been very satisfying to see the high marks on the examination paper, and thus had a good impression of the old man。
On one occasion, at the entrance to the supermarket, the old man appeared in front of the supermarket, rushing to say hello, but saw a number of dogs in his car next to him. The dogs were so broad that one of them stood up and stood up in the car, and he was very good. Whoever the old man calls, he comes out and he's on the old hair. Tell him to sit on it, tell him to stand there, and the old man throws a bone at a distance, tells him to pick it up, and he'll go ahead and give it back. The old man was kind enough to slap the dog in the head, saying "good boy" or "good girl". I've been watching and ticking, and i'm jealous. After a while, the old man packed up and went home. That's how i understand how naive i am when i sell dogs. There's a little boy standing by the car and looking like an old man. I asked the old man who he was, who hugged the little boy, who laughed and said he was his little brother. The little boy was embarrassed to tell me that the old man was his grandfather。
I asked him for leave to sign a student visa in mexico during his old man's class. The old man listens to me, he goes to mexico, he asks me if i'm afraid, and i say i'm afraid. The old man beat me hard on the shoulder, and he said, "good girl!"
Iii. A gentle old lady
The women of the united states, in their imagination and in their reality, are less gentle. The substitute teacher for the data structure is the rare old, gentle lady. Before she met herself, she had seen a very purty picture on her website, estimated 20 years earlier. I was chasing after my old man to ask if she was beautiful, and he said that the twilight on her face constituted a distance between reality and the network. After seeing it with her own eyes, it was true that the old lady's face showed signs of many years, which seemed to be the end of time. She speaks without panic and sound, and despite her age, her voice is still moving. Every class is made up and dressed. For the most part, long skirts are not stylish enough to be rigid and never wear cowboy t-shirts. The best thing to do was to get her face as red as a little girl when she said something wrong or if she tripped to answer a student's question. It makes me think she's cute and kind of pitiful. So when she comes to her class, i usually listen carefully and answer the questions. She often invites people to talk about the subject, but nobody does. I saw her tired several times, and when the desire for encouragement and request appeared in my eyes, i came on the stage, although my leg was shaking like a sifter. The day before the final exam, i went to the old lady's office to request an exemption. I'm not in the mood for an exam because i'm busy with a transfer. She counted my grades and found out that even if i scored 50 points in the final exam, i'd get an a. I told her i was going to change school next semester, and she seemed surprised and immediately gave me a big hug, saying i really didn't want a good student like me to leave, and i heard it. Go home and report it to the old man, who'll pour a bowl of cold water at home, and say, "the old american is exaggerating, and usually don't take their praise seriously." you really can't hurt someone who's in love
Fashion model
The first course teacher in statistics is alice, a new age american woman. When i was in her class, the gossiper revealed that she was divorced twice. Every class is dressed up in a way that divides the demons and is accompanied by fragrance. Every time we look at each other, it's even more eccentric. She's had three classes a week for a term of 16 or seven, and i haven't seen her through the repetition. And different clothes have different jewellery mixes, from earring to necklace, from ring to bracelet. At the age of 30 or 40, the body is so thin that many people are jealous, and what's missing is a few gutters or something. And even more so, their hairs are dyeed regularly. From gold to blue flash, to purple flash to red flash, and the poor hair is turned to death. None of this affects the quality of her teaching. She's smart, has a clear mind, has a clear mouth and starts with a lesson. And the time of the middle course was not aware of it, and i was enthroned in her adornment, in the fragrance of her perfume, and in the twilight of her twilight, so i did not like it. People like her are making a joke. One day she wore a tight, elastic black horn jersey with two long legs shaking in front of our eyes. Suddenly her legs stopped moving and she sat on the chair by the podium. And when she got up, her back was on us, but she had a thick chalk on her cute little buttocks, and the funny thing was that it looked like two full breasts. It's not me, it's the shape of that ass. I looked down and laughed like i was sweating, but i saw the other classmates laughing too. After school, a girl from school rushed to the podium to whisper to her. She opened her eyes, opened her mouth, turned her head and looked at her ass and beat her. Give me a good time. It's definitely a pleasant experience, a great satisfaction with vision, taste and hearing. She was later told that she was in a relationship with a florist and that she was often late and absent from school for no reason. Later, she married the florist and went to the flower shop to help with the flowers
V. My african mentor, david
I was too busy to change school. One day, i saw her paper on the page of the above-mentioned fashion model alice, and the name of my transfer mentor, david. I asked her if she knew david. She's amazingly exaggerating, "he is my father!" and i can't believe i repeat, "he is your father? I told her it was a small world. But i still don't think it's possible to ask the chinese girl i'm with, and she hears it. With questions and excitement, i wrote david that night an e-mail of passion and appreciation for his daughter, how her daughter was modén, how her lectures were. David replied that he felt alice more like his little sister than his daughter. I'm confused. What's the matter? You think the dog-raising professional said his grandson was his brother
Moving to another city, first time looking for david. Just entering the computer department building, i saw a very dark, very dark middle-aged african man. I'm going to check in, "where's david's office?" he looked at me and said he was. I almost fainted because alice was white. Why would she have a black dad? I can't figure it out. Godfather? David looks kind and sweet, but what hurts me so much is his accent. If i can still understand the indian pronunciation, david's pronunciation is enough to blind me. It's good that he looks like he's clean and patient. I don't know what i'm doing and i'm asking him over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again until i seem to have caught the point. And when he repeats his words in such a way that he is not tired of it, we are very fond of him. Two days after the start of school, he recommended me to another professor, stilwin, for a study and a scholarship, and i am grateful to him. It took a long time to know that he and stilwin had been working together and that i had become a messenger between them. As for how stywin yelled at david in front of me and how he squeezed me, see my next article, "my american boss."。
David always looked nice and nice, and i laughed in front of him for a little while, and i was gradually adapting to his accent, learning to focus, listening to keywords, and often repeating his words as he understood them, to make sure i heard them right. Other chinese students were surprised that i was able to communicate well with him, and i told them, "i don't understand, don't be afraid, let him repeat it until you get it." slowly, david became more familiar with the fact that he was an african in kenya, that he had studied undergraduates in the united states in the early years, and that he had taken root in this school for almost 20 years. I finally asked him if alice was my daughter. He was surprised and said alice was his doctoral student. That's what i'm thinking, but i can't figure out why alice misled me. For a long time, it was assumed that the pronunciation of father father and mentor advisor in english was similar, especially when the first two of the mentors had a mild ad. At times, there are serious doubts about their hearing and life。
The more you get along, the more you feel lucky, the more you get along with david. It's always easy to get along with him, and for a statistical beginner to ask his questions, even if they were simple, they would not be nervous or embarrassing. Slowly, i began to have some concepts and feelings about statistics, and i could do what he asked me to do very quickly. I can ask him again and again about things i do not understand or confirm, until i fully understand what he means, and i never feared that he would be impatient and would despise me, and he encouraged me to do so。
On valentine's day, i asked him a question in his office and asked him if he had bought a present for his wife. He turned around and looked at me and said, "if i forget, today is the end of the world." after that, he smiled back and forth, and i was so happy that i even asked him, "is your wife so mean?" he said his wife would kill him if he forgot. Shit, i'm taking a breath and feeling the power of the wife. He talked about his mother. It is clear from his tone and look that he has great respect and love for his mother. He stated that his father was a happy husband, because his mother had taken care of all household chores and children's education and had arranged everything for the family to work in peace. “how happy it would have been if she had lived to see my daughter and son grow up to this age!” he seems to have wiped his eyes off. “well, my wife is not that kind of woman. I think you're that kind of person who'll worry about doing everything well, and your husband is really happy!" david smiled at me. I'm surprised to say, "how do you know?" "i can see it, i can feel it." i'm embarrassed to say two words。
Not only does david have smart maths, he plays piano, sings, writes poetry, writes articles. He told me that in his childhood his mother had been able to find a piano teacher to teach him to play the piano and pay expensive tuition despite the poverty and backwardness of his country. On american days, he often goes to teach piano and sing. They say he can sing like a pro! Once he told me he liked writing poetry. I was so interested in breaking the casserole, "what kind of poems do you write? Love poems? Novels or essays? Can you give me an example?" i was excited to ask them as statistical questions. Turns out he never wrote fiction, he wrote fiction. He gave the example of a poem inspired by the fact that when he was driving through a bridge, every morning a man blew on the bridge, day after day, month after month. One day, he was moved by this picture and the poem was born. He was imitating the man and reciting the poem he wrote. It's a shame i wanted to laugh and didn't understand his poem。
David is a family-friendly man. On several occasions, i saw him with his two children (9 years old and 7 years old), and i was touched by the love and tolerance of that face. My gratitude to david is not only for his proximity and patient guidance in my studies, but also for his recognition of me. I needed him to write me a letter to the international student office to tell them that i had completed all my classes and could graduate in the summer. He found a copy of a letter addressed to a former student, changed her name to mine, changed her time and made some changes. Before printing, he checked and changed the word "good" to "excellent" to surprise me. He rarely praised the students in person, and this little detail gave me a lot of shock, of course, and it was very touching. Another time, he introduced me to a professor at another school, saying, "this is my student." i'm so ashamed again because i'm 18,000 miles from what he says! When he met the professor, he remembered me and said, "david says you're very smart." i can't believe i'm blushing, and then i'm humbled, "i'm actually normal." i'm upset without telling people the truth。
Students often complain about david's lack of accent, late attendance at school and early departure, often absent from school and without prior notice. It's not really an impediment to my gratitude, trust and respect for david. However, when i heard from another highly respected and trusted professor his assessment of david as a human being, he told me other facts that gave me these beliefs to shake. The personality of a person is multifaceted, as are the thoughts and opinions of the observer. I particularly hope that david is misunderstood and that he is, in essence, a good man, not a swindler. And, in any case, he has been very sincere and very helpful to me, which is enough for me。
When i was shopping at a supermarket a few years ago, i was shot in the back. Looking back, i was surprised that david was behind me, laughing at me, and surprised. In a brief conversation, he told me with sadness that his wife had left him, moved to another city and was determined to divorce him. It is no wonder that, although he was once dubbed a god child in africa, he was less able to live, often left behind and in a mess in his office. Guessing that his wife could no longer bear it, she left him with determination after his penis went to college. When i got home that day, i couldn't help feeling sad. Remember when he laughed and said he couldn't forget to buy a valentine's day gift for his wife, and it was gone。
