若果沒有算錯, 今天應該是CPU一年一度音樂節大日子。

對, 兩年前那頂帽子, 到今天還沒有扔掉。紅卡紙上多了些摺痕, 扣住髮夾的兩張黑卡紙, 鋪著薄薄一層灰塵, 細看之下好像還有點褪色。兩年時光過去, 帽子變舊了－－今天的我, 也早跟兩年前的我, 大為不同了。

雖然變了不少, 對音樂竟然還是那樣熱愛, 甚至有過之而無不及。我還記得兩年前音樂節的片段, 前些晚上臨睡之前回想起來, 印象仍然那樣新鮮。再前些年的音樂節我都記得。做指揮其實很好的。每年在同一情況同一地位上, 同樣一心一意地指手劃腳; 那種內在心理和情緒印象是很深刻的。每年作個比較, 就知道自己怎樣變了, 長大了, 成長了。演出的時刻向來是特別難以忘懷的, 幾乎每一場演出都將自己當時的心理和思想記錄下來, 就好像相機將美好的時刻記錄在平面上一樣。

年復一年, 今年又有誰站在禮堂小小的舞台上呢? 又有誰留下了成長的回憶呢?

人生第一件嘔心瀝血的翻譯「大作」, 終於交在老師手上－－不, 其實是投在老師的信格裡。很可怕的, 信格裡竟然空空如也, 什麼都沒有。明明是臨死線前最後一刻, 怎麼裡面一份同學的功課都沒有呢? 難道我記錯了什麼嗎? 結果我有點目空一切的, 把十八頁的功課仍然留在信格裡, 然後離去。

好像非常瀟灑, 其實心裡怕得不得了, 回到家裡立刻給老師發個電郵。

Professor YY Chong,

Today, I rushed to your office in the Department. To my surprise, the lights inside your office were off and there were not a single document in the letterbox. I hesitated a bit but was very quickly assured, finding that your name was on the door. I thought I should knock on the door but then realised that doing this to a room with lights off did not make any sense at all. I dropped my work into your letterbox. I did not believe it was so empty that I crushed my hand into the letterbox, investigated with my fingers, and found that it had been truly empty before I had dropped my work in. A few questions were floating in my heart:

1) Did I remember wrongly the date of the deadline? I thought it was 18 DEC.
2) Did I remember wrongly the time of the deadline? I thought it was 5:30pm.

I couldn't know whether my answers were correct since no one was there to compare theirs with mine. I knew I could do nothing about the mysterious situation on my own, so I decided to leave my bulky work now and seek help from my teacher.

So here is my e-mail, seeking help, possibly assurance too. I would be truly relieved if my bulky work is already in your hands.

Thank you for your attention for reading this very long e-mail.

Merry Christmas,

我是第一次跟教授這樣寫電郵的。