What I expect to know by the end of this course?

I don’t want and don’t even expect to learn all I want to about this language by the end of this course; still, all I want to know is to learn how to use English which is the main language used all over the world. I know English is the language through which I can access masterpieces in art & science, which are the essence and the cradle of modern communication & culture-making thoughts; therefore, I expect by the end of this course to be able, at least, to communicate, read, write and translate as an intermediate user of English. Afterwards, I would like to be able to write and communicate effectively; read effective thoughts, biographies & attitudes; be an audience and analyzer of music, movie, scene, etc; translate new ways of thinking and visions towards life, death & people. Concisely, at the end of this course I just want to learn how I can survive in these areas & not to be a repetition! To be in a way that leads to creating something new; to be effective, not affected...
Amandment:
As we know foundation is the most important part of any structure; If we have a good foundation we would be sure of the security, firmness & capability of enduring new parts and materials of building.
Like buildings, foundation of languages structure  is Grammer; Its the basis of language & by learning it, good enough, we can be sure of other parts of languge, i.e. writing, speaking, reading, etc.
As i said before by the end of this course, i'd like to know English grammer good enough to be able to go on... .

Remember Me...

Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere: In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, colleges, everywhere. There's no escape, I'm God's lonely man. The days move along with regularity over and over. One day indistinguishable from the next. A long continues chain and still no change.
I can see it clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction.

I know what's wrong with me... .

my limited sight...

Now that I’m writing this assignment its late evening of Wednesday and I’m in central library of damned university of Tehran.
The place crowded with lots of computers and college students. It seems they are searching in the best collegiate library in the Middle East; but it’s better to say they are just downloading, copying and pasting, chatting or checking their mails.
Each of us has a special computer put on a half of table shared by another student; separated by a kind of metal called partition.
A keyboard, mouse and monitor whose background is always central library’s entrance picture, messed up by too many icons, is in front of me in my shared section.
Sometimes I look around to see what’s going on beside me; sometimes exhausted by high speed of downloading, uploading even opening a page or my e-mail, I check my neighbour’s computer monitor, just can see little pictures existing on the page she is checking.
Despite the speed of internet, this is a nice place, big and beautiful. On the ceiling of each quarter I can see a hole of air-conditioner covered by a nice pattern of flower you could at first glance guess this is a pure Persian pattern.
Lengthways this huge sector consists of three rows of tables. Each point of these rows is composed of two tables back to back, separated into four parts, shared by four of us.
There is no vacancy here now; I can see some people waiting for chance to someone, perhaps exhausted by chatting, give his shared table to one of them; so he can inter in virtual world limited by Islamic Republic Filters.
Yes, someone is going. A girl stands. An old, tired and disabled man taking her student ID, giving the gone’s vacant Information Technology Sector’s, red background, written a number, with university of Tehran’s logo on it, card.
On the right side of my hand there’s a big glass covered room, management centre, always somehow a black and fat computer engineer sitting and controlling I don’t know what. On the left side there’s a wall upper half part is in glass and lower half in wood. The exit door is in wood with an approximately two meters height.

there is no God...

Some times i wonder if God forgive us for what we've done to eachother...

but when i look around, i can feel & understand God left this land long long time ago...

it was already a godforsaken land...

there is no God anymore; perhaps never existed...

this is the end of all hope to lose every thing...

damn it... .