My college class mate Lucy was born in Vietnam in a Chinese family. With short hair, big eyes, black frame glasses on her high nose bridge, she always had a pleasant smile on her face. She was a healthy and good looking girl. However, by the time I met her she was wearing dental braces because of her bad looking teeth. She had lived in Montreal for 6 years before she moved to Ontario with her family. She had two older brothers and an older sister, so she is the baby in her family. She is a lively and vivacious person with a good sense of humor that she always made me laugh.
Because she is a happy person, I enjoyed hanging out with her. We always liked to do things together. We studied together, we ate together and went to the library together. Together, we were so-called happy campers. Despite the pressure from school, during the break time, we always had fun and burst out into loud laughter. We always did our best to schedule our classes together, but sometimes we didn't mind if we had conflict time slots, because we even thought it might be better off --good for us for exchanging study information from the same teacher teaching different schedules.
Lucy helped me a lot with my study. She can speak Cantonese, French, Vietnamese and Mandarin. Speaking English with some French accent she sometimes corrected my pronunciations, and today I still remember the words she corrected me, such as value, system, etc. We had quite a few things in common, for example, we are almost the same age, and we were born in the same country. But the difference was I grew up in China and she was raised in Vietnam.
In our last year of college, we met many international students from Shandong, China. They were taking business courses in our campus, preparing for their further study in university. Two girls from Shandong later on became our good friends.
In retrospect, back then we had so much fun at school, but today we can only chat in the Facebook and phone.
