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Before UWC, I rarely paused to ask: Why did I feel that way? Why did I do that? But now, reflection is no longer a deliberate habit — it’s become a rhythm. In the quiet between classes, in the aftermath of a fight, on long bus rides to service days, I began looking at myself not from the inside, but from above. As if I were a slowly-learning model — a tangle of inputs: joy, anger, envy, fear. Each moment a new dataset. Each conversation a re-training. I started collecting my

Bilingual Blog- English version is down below 我流了一滴眼泪。 小小一滴，只有一滴。 舔起来酸酸的，竟然还有点发光，很烫。像不是水，是一点点黄昏。 我把它收好，藏到心底一个没人会发现的角落。 可有时候，夜里，它还是会变成海。 平静的那种，但危险。 我不知道怎么对它好。 “小小的泪，你到底怎么了？” 我试着把它带到阳光底下晒，晒成一块结晶的石头。 然后我又把它藏了回去。 它也没有再变成海了。 眼泪，是情绪里最无声的语言。 我想用它写一封信。 它不是任何东西的替代品， 它就是那种我快撑不下去的时候、想撞向群山的冲动， 但在撞之前，它替我下了一场雨，让我稍微能喘口气。 这有什么错？ 错的不是它。是我，是这个不够坚固的容器。 是那些站在干燥高处、用词锋利的人语，落在我身上。 人们总喜欢以“关心”的名义教我如何改造自己—— 人们警告我说，“继续这样下去，终会被丢下。” 轻飘飘的威胁，却正好砸在我最惧怕的深渊上。 那种离弃感，如一条看不见的绳索，绞紧了我那些本能地伸向理解的触角。 凌晨四点半，眼眶抽干以后开始酸痛

Bilingual Blog- Scroll down for English version -----“喂，虽然这段确实没有明确鼓点，但你也不能每次都卡不一样的拍吧！这样我跟不上你的节奏啦！” -----“这些都是很「随机」的，我听到啥就算啥” -----“你怎么一会想吃外卖一会想吃食堂” -----“这些都是比较「随机」的，我也不清楚” 最近校园里很多人在说「随机」这个词 引发了一些思考。原来只是想发给妈妈告诉她我以后可以读好ib哲学，后来我思考了一大圈，选择继续滥用随机的随机性发在这里，我的小天地！ 随机的时间，在随机的地方遇上随机的人，说了随机的话干了随机的事有了一个随机的结果，产生了随机的情绪导致了随机的行为。另一些随机的事件的发生和随机人物的出现又带来了随机的改变，最后过多的随机的叠加形成了不随机的规律违反了随机性的法则，所以更多的随机性打碎了之前所有的随机，一切从随机开始又复归于随机。 一方面，人们享受随机带来的浪漫。另一方面，人们又不甘于随机，通过寻找必然性的解释来对抗随机。人们告诉自己有些东西是命中注定的，试图通过消解其随机的

A f ter a week of tackling countless summatives (math and econ mostly), navigating complex relationships, and attending numerous activities and rehearsals. I feel utterly exhausted. All of these experiences have left me with much to ponder, including thoughts about myself, my friends, and my future. Finally, on Saturday night, I was suffocated by the darkness. It was so dark that I could barely see anything. So I started to reflect on my weekly life, just like reviewing a sel

Hello! My name is Chloe and I am a tenth-grader studying at UWC Changshu China. In my past 16 years of life, I have never created a website or a blog before nor even tried to write down anything deep or meaningful(even though these thoughts are going around my mind and make me think a lot). Occasionally, I would write down my dreams, but I  feel like they are abstract and silly HAHAAhaha. Well, I have to admit that writing my thoughts gives me a sense of peace and precision