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Unformatted text preview: My Dream University Life Carrying heavy backpacks with top-notch laptop computers and plain notebooks with abstruse knowledge written in them, having piles of hard-covered and thick reference books on rather tiny palms, walking along the greenish grasslands filled with sounds of birds chirping and students chatting, wearing jeans and casual clothes with simple alphabets or patterns on them, tendor breeze brushing hair- that is what most people would expect and long for or passively, a stereotype in university life. I firmly believe that universities offer much more other than freedom of wearing and specified knowledge, which is why I desperately aspire to be an university student in the near future. I attended several university camps through my childhood, and the one I will always remember is the camp of University of British Columbia (UBC), which I participated it when I had just graduated from elementary school. At first, I was just like a fish out of the tank, not knowing what to do about all bare necessities I had to take care of that I did not even think about...
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- Spring '05