Reflective Essay
n this reflective essay, I want to talk about my situation. When I was thirteen , I survived something really difficult. I got through it and became a different person.
I was the person that used to talk a lot, a naughty one and I liked to make fun of other people. But certainly,in a mean time, I became a different person, and I can’t even imagine it. Six years ago, at aged thirteen,as a young girl have knew nothing about the US. I had come to America. At that time, English is the most difficult thing for me. I changed into a very different person, because of that struggle. A person, who is not at all like me. Becoming a shy one, who doesn’t like to talk to anyone. I have no friends to play with, have nobody to tell story to, my days became shorter and shorter. Sometimes I sit in the corner, and start crying bitter tears. It was just so hurtful for me at that time. I began questioning myself; why would I change into a person like that? How is it possible for me?, etc. Waiting and hearing no responses back from anyone, and not getting any advices, I have answer my own questions.
I'm pointing at myself, and laughing at me, how funny I am, what I used to be and who I am right now. My life isn't fun anymore. I still remember the times, the memories, and all the fun, the friends I had. I don't know why it happened to me, it’s just gone. I just study; go to school; do homework; eat; and sleep. I always thought simple thing are best, but sometimes it's wrong. In those days, I thought I might die of boredom. Seeing the changes of myself, It’s pushing me to work even harder. “A goal is actually a dream that I can make it happen.” This sentence reminds me to work hard and to go toward with my dream and I have to make myself touch my dream someday.
I finally realized that I have to do something about it. It’s important thing to lose my shyness. Planning a new schedule for myself, joining all the clubs, and activities that interested me, this could help me
I was the person that used to talk a lot, a naughty one and I liked to make fun of other people. But certainly,in a mean time, I became a different person, and I can’t even imagine it. Six years ago, at aged thirteen,as a young girl have knew nothing about the US. I had come to America. At that time, English is the most difficult thing for me. I changed into a very different person, because of that struggle. A person, who is not at all like me. Becoming a shy one, who doesn’t like to talk to anyone. I have no friends to play with, have nobody to tell story to, my days became shorter and shorter. Sometimes I sit in the corner, and start crying bitter tears. It was just so hurtful for me at that time. I began questioning myself; why would I change into a person like that? How is it possible for me?, etc. Waiting and hearing no responses back from anyone, and not getting any advices, I have answer my own questions.
I'm pointing at myself, and laughing at me, how funny I am, what I used to be and who I am right now. My life isn't fun anymore. I still remember the times, the memories, and all the fun, the friends I had. I don't know why it happened to me, it’s just gone. I just study; go to school; do homework; eat; and sleep. I always thought simple thing are best, but sometimes it's wrong. In those days, I thought I might die of boredom. Seeing the changes of myself, It’s pushing me to work even harder. “A goal is actually a dream that I can make it happen.” This sentence reminds me to work hard and to go toward with my dream and I have to make myself touch my dream someday.
I finally realized that I have to do something about it. It’s important thing to lose my shyness. Planning a new schedule for myself, joining all the clubs, and activities that interested me, this could help me