Not My Blue Days

This is my first essay(part 1) which I wrote in 2002. I don't know how many mistakes i 've made in this essay,please help me to correct them and give me some suggestions. thanks alot!

PART 1

I do believe miracle things happen in unexpected mornings or evenings, I mean, by the way, the following story was the miracle thing, which happened to me all of a sudden. Ah, Mind you to keep your patience, and share my story with a bottle of coke or anything else.

I still remembered it was a sunny day noon, when I was having my lunch, a beauty in a red t?-shirt came out to my eyes and I was so excited to see such pretty girl, although beauty is every where at our campus. I was so surprise to see that she has an incredible action to use her chopsticks and dinner cloth----put her chopsticks in a mess, and used dinner cloth in the dishes. Such these bad manners destroyed my perfect impression of her. Why do beautiful lady always in bad manners? I think.

As she stood up and ready to leave, I stood up and walked near her table, peeking her for several times by pretending to look for something. I remembered her bag, hair and her face, her real appearance.

This is the first time I pay attention to her, not only by her good-looking bad habit but also by my curiosity.

Later in the afternoon, I meet her once again, outside at my institute. It seemed that she was in hesitating whether to go into the institute or not. "She must be a newcomers, otherwise she was not a student in journalism". I thought.

"Hey", she cried, as I was step toward her. "I wonder if you are major in journalism".
"I am", I said. "And, what can I do some help, lady?"
She smiled for a while, and then she said, "So we are colleagues…perfect". She did not mention why she called me, just presented something relevant to the course. Imagine that two strangers meet each other in all of a sudden, no less than one minute , they become good talkers in discussion anything without shy…unbelievable!

After a long time of chatting and discussion , we found that still we don't know each other's names, both of us smiled, face to face, exchanged the telephone number and address, talked a lot about "goodbye" things, I back to my dormitory.

As my roommate raved on about his new love, I smiled in my heart. He is crazy about pretty girls and always dream of dating with the most beautiful woman in our university. "You can achieve your goal when pigs fly". I said to him, "but ,my girl, to be frank with you, is in my hand."

My day's blue, but not today.