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Before long, I passed my birthday and thus reached the age of nineteen. At the night of that day, we accordingly ate birthday cake, the taste of which was Tiramisu, sweet but not too much, somewhat like the sweet milk I drank in preschool. I have had many improvements these years on my mind, the most important of which I am afraid is that I have acquired self consciousness, reason and compassion; and also have had many on study, so that even in the eyes of the most industrious people, I might not be regarded as one wasting one’s time and endowment. However, but, nothing could be done, nothing could acquired without my coming here, which I know deep in h