Peterpan takes him on a tour of Sichuan Normal University. With a student body of ten thousand in a city of ten million, it's a huge campus. Not university. Campus. It is well equipped with a lot of modern facilities including dormitories of eight to a room, lecture rooms and theatres, libraries and computer rooms, cafeterias and co-ops, stadiums and fields as well as courts and a swimming pool just to name a few.
Peterpan shows him the Art faculty. The corridors are flooded with a cacophony of music. A percussion band can be heard saliently amidst the many piano tunes. In one of the classrooms, students sing at perfect pitch and harmony. The ceiling crashes under the heavy steps of dancers practising upstairs. Two dance studios are filled with ballerinas practising at the bar in front of long mirrors. Another is filled with contemporary male dancers practising leaps and jumps. The top floor presents more art rooms where students build paper models of buildings with outrageous architecture.
It's mind-boggling to imagine all these universities, in other provinces, scattered all over China, churning out all these talents year after year after year. Competition must be really tough. No wonder the world fears what China can become. It's potential is unstoppable now that it's released.
A desire sparks off within him. Peterpan would be reading Travel Management if his parents didn't want him to study Accounting. He'd be learning Dance if hadn't gotten the scholarship to read Medicine.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment