July 4th weekend

It was the first weekend I spent in the USA, and luckily we just bumped into independent day!

On last Friday, July 4th, the campus was decorated with red and blue colors, and so many activities were organized to celebrate the festival including the ceremony in the cemetery, the movie about the process of the establishment, and the trip to a lake. I just attended the last activity because at that time I hadn't noticed the first one, and also had no interest in such historical movie. So, accompanied by the heavy rain, the school bus drove on bumpy roads, and eventually after an hour, we arrived at the lake. Though, we were stuck in the wooden house for 2 hours, we can still imagine how nice it could be if there was a clear blue sky.

The dining hall was decorated by the American flags

The wooden house where we had barbecue

My Speaking class teacher Siggy and I

On Saturday, I went to Clinton outlets for shopping because there were so many discounts,ranging from 30% to 70%. However, what I would like to talk about is the experience in the State Street Station. When we got there, we were told that we had to arrive at Westbrook first then take another train back to Clinton. It was so inconvenient for the passengers!

The State Street Station

The road to outlets in Clinton. Calm and peaceful.

"Watch out!" While we were complaining about the transportation, we saw a white-haired old woman stumbled and tried to use all her efforts to get on the slow moving train. Her daughter and son just jumped on it, turned back and stretched out their arms trying to grasp their mother, but failed. The old lady tumbled on the platform with a terrible thud, then she tried to push the ground to stand up by herself though she could not move at all. We gathered there to help her while her children just dropped off the train.
"Do you need any help? It looks so serious."
"No, thank you so much, I'm OK, I'm OK." said the old lady, supported with her children's hands, as she slowly walked into the train on her shaking legs . On her face, the blood from the tiny wound just started running.
 "How could it happen? They should let their mother get on the train first instead of themselves, shouldn't they?" One of my friends pointed out.

You won't believe a statement until you see it happen in your real life. The bonds of the American family are not that tight, which is so true according to what we have observed.