On 2 Jan, I attended a big alumni association party with my high school classmates. We (about 400 students) graduated the school 30 years ago, and more than 200 of the same grade took part in this time. The party was convivial, and it was a lot of fun to see old good friends and laugh aloud together.
One of them recalled a story of me, which I didn't remember at all. I belonged to the school's basketball club, and we worked out almost everyday including Saturday and Sunday. At the end of the first year, I decided to withdraw from it with 4-5 members. Our demanding coach inquired the reason of our withdrawal from each of us. A member replied that he wanted to find more time to study. Another said he could not endure the hard training any more. And so on, and so on. Then, according to my friend, my excuse was that I wanted to go FISHING much more times. The coach got a little mad and said to me, "Fishing?? Fish will be there anytime!" Now, my friends know what kind of job I'm doing, and I believe my choice was not so bad. I guess the coach had never enjoyed fishing by himself.
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