If university is a train journey, then as a senior, I’m probably nearing my stop. This journey is long, spending four years of your life; this journey is also short, repeating between teaching buildings and dormitories. Perhaps I haven’t moved forward at all, but have repeated one day after another. I always wonder what I have gained, what I have possessed in this journey. I think, maybe I have gained some people who love me, and I have also obtained a degree that is not very useful.