Once Pete asked me how old I am. 20? he asked then giggled, " You are still a baby." please I am a grown up,I shouted in my mind.
However, I can't deny that he was right.
As a girl not so pretty enough to call any attention, a girl not so intelligent, a girl not so talented or a girl strong enough, I'm just one of the thousand people you might come across everyday.
After learning English for more than a decade, I still can't be fully involved in the native environment, still have to prepare a lot before the test and got a score not so satisfactory.
Still, so easy to feel hurt by those rude words and tough people which actually are all common things in an adult's life.
I want to realize my dream, but hesitate in front of the reality; I wanna to love, but trapped by the past; I want to make a breakthrough of my life, but lack of couragement.
Like a baby in its baby carriage, reaching out my hand to catch sth, but restricted by the belt which I buid myself.
Life to me, sometimes is too long a journey to be predicted. So much to learn, so much to conquer and so much to cherish.
To graduate next summer, I'm not sure if I'm prepared to study overseas by myself or be qualified to get a good job, but wherever I will be I will try to be stronger.
SO DON'T WORRY!



