Entering into My World?

I am sick of tomorrow... 

I am so sick of tomorrow's PE class... 

I am really soooo sick of the running test!...

God,please... 

Please relieve me

     poor  

         untalented   

              disabled          

kid

from the

     endless    

          inconceivable               

torment!

     Among my friends ,Emmanuel Obe is a particular one who is studying in Austria as a junior student at university.

       He is much like a giant to me with a height of 196cm.His facial skin appears much darker when he grins with his pearly teeth .Emmanuel enjoys making faces to me, turning the camera into his personal mirror ,and seems to be oblivious of the surrounding .Additionally ,he is an active person who can’t help dancing to music when life is a little boring here .Due to his tall figure ,he often hits the lamp above or the furniture around from time to time .As a response ,he draws his arms or legs back immediately and then continues his dance .Sometimes ,he also shows his martial arts which is a little awful actually .Anyway ,he has a magic to make the stuffy air flow happily ,spreading the joy around to me.

       However ,I See a different Emmanuel when he becomes unexpectedly quiet .A big pair of childish eyes sometimes speaks of some sort of gloom and sadness ,and simultaneously his naughtiness and innocence are gone .Bitterness feed on him who seems to has no more strength to continue living .All these can be read through his helpless and spiritless vacant eyes .He sits there without a word ,and all his mental defenses collapse the moment when I try to comfort him .Thus ,he turns his camera away ,hiding his face in case that I could see his teary eyes .No efforts will do for him ,because his emotion is reaching a climax which is completely out of control .When met with this situation ,it is better to leave him alone for recovery.

      Generally speaking ,Emmanuel is a friend to be well trusted and cared.

    No! They are beautiful, for they beautify our homeland and our thoughts and minds. They are real beauties not only in the eyes of an artist, a writer, or a musician but also in your eyes or mine.

    However not everyone possesses that sort of far-sighted and unique perspective. Sometimes it is the angel and attitude you choose to look at things and then they are beautified in the hands of an artist or even yourself!

    For others who are cocky and contemptuous (maybe a small part of people),they might probably look down on these low status working class and show apathy on them, let alone the personification of  "beautiful" .That throng  of people Do exist in every corner of the world who actually play  a necessary part of social development though it is marked with decayed immorality.

    And for the working class who struggle for a better life, how many of them can be so aware of just being a cleaner through all his lifetime while still perceiving it as beautiful as ever since life has been so cruel to them? Might any of them not have once dreamed of a different and much better life as of the people who titivate them or even despise them?