A meaningful homework When I first entered high school, my class teacher asked each of us to write about our dreams on a piece of paper. He told us that he would keep that paper for six years, and promised to give it back to us on our graduation day. At that time, I was naive, thinking that six years was a long time ahead of me. I did not take that homework seriously. Six years had passed quickly. On my last school day, I had received from my class teacher's hand my writing I completed on my first school day. When I was looking at that paper, I felt complicated. On one hand, I was amazed by how much I had changed throughout the years. I found that I had become a more practical, and thoughtful person. On the other hand, I was a little bit miserable to find that I had understood this world better. I could no longer enjoy the innocence as a child. There was no turning back... Memphis -- 5/9/2016