Hello, this is my first essay on this forum. I'm not a native English speaker, and I'm really working hard on my writing skills. Please review this and give me some advice. Thank you for your time and effort!
The alarm bell is deafening. I raise my hand to hit the alarm clock and cover my face with my thick blanket again. But something is still drumming by my ears, so annoying that no matter how you try to close your eyes, you cannot continue to sleep. Using all the energy I have, I sit up and open the curtain. It could be someone's house being under construction. It could be a huge truck entering my block. Yet, to my horror, I find a dazzling white curtain of rain in front of my eyes. It is the kind of rain that hides the neighbouring block of house from you view; the kind of rain you cannot escape from during December; the kind of rain that makes you crawl back into bed, where the blanket has not lost all your heat, and pretend that the alarm clock is five minutes early. This is the perfect weather to stay at home, roll in a thick blanket and pretend that it is your heaven.
Apparently, the only thing that take me out of my comfortable bed is today itself. A Monday. Which means, I have to go to work. Sluggishly and hesitantly, I get out of my bed. The ground is freezing, so I nearly hop to the bathroom. The water is icy, which, as my mother always says, is a good means to wake you up in such a sleepy day. However, today, icy water does not really work for me. I am taken aback a little, but somehow, it just makes me want to return to my warm blanket, just a few steps from the bathroom. 'It is not Sunday today', I tell myself repeatedly.
After putting on every piece of woollen clothes I could find in my closet, I am already late. But I still go down to have breakfast. Cereal and milk. The milk, from the refrigerator, is obviously cold. The first spoon makes me shiver. After the third, I can feel a chill in my stomach, so I stop and make my way to the front gate. As I put on my shoes, discouraging and irresponsible thoughts fill my head. I can stay at home and fake a disease, it is the season of flu now, no doubt; moreover, it is only a voluntary work, what's the point of going there in such a day?; or maybe, I could go later, when the rain subdues? I stop at the gate, hesitantly. The rain is still coming down in sheets; each heavy drop erodes away some soil in the garden I used to take care of when I was in primary school. The streets are empty, except for few brown umbrellas scattering along the lonely road. Houses are bright with warm light. Everybody, I suppose, is safe in their homes.
I can stay at home. No punishment will be taken upon me, simply because I am a just volunteer. And yet, I shudder at the thought. A sting of guilt washes through me. What a poor excuse I am leaning on? How can I let my so called "colleagues" down while they have been helping me profusely? I cannot be irresponsible to my work, my friends, and even myself. That is the whole purpose of work experience program, as my teacher always says, to be in control.
'To be in control', yeah, I can control myself. I raise my hand, open the big pink umbrella, and walk out of my house. The biting wind is howling beside my ears. Trees are dancing their awkward waltz. 'I won't blow away', I giggle at myself as I recite the quote from the movie I recently watched. Each step lightens.
p/s: I really want to elaborate the points on "letting my colleagues down" more, as in, using the "show, not tell" techniques, but I am not so sure how to do. Could somebody please help me? Thanks a million times.
p/s2: erm, I just realised that I am supposed to post this under general courseworks... oops... Since I can't find a way to delete this or move it to the correct destination, I hope you won't mind that this lies here:D. It is my first post, so... Next time I'll post it the right place... Sorry:D
The alarm bell is deafening. I raise my hand to hit the alarm clock and cover my face with my thick blanket again. But something is still drumming by my ears, so annoying that no matter how you try to close your eyes, you cannot continue to sleep. Using all the energy I have, I sit up and open the curtain. It could be someone's house being under construction. It could be a huge truck entering my block. Yet, to my horror, I find a dazzling white curtain of rain in front of my eyes. It is the kind of rain that hides the neighbouring block of house from you view; the kind of rain you cannot escape from during December; the kind of rain that makes you crawl back into bed, where the blanket has not lost all your heat, and pretend that the alarm clock is five minutes early. This is the perfect weather to stay at home, roll in a thick blanket and pretend that it is your heaven.
Apparently, the only thing that take me out of my comfortable bed is today itself. A Monday. Which means, I have to go to work. Sluggishly and hesitantly, I get out of my bed. The ground is freezing, so I nearly hop to the bathroom. The water is icy, which, as my mother always says, is a good means to wake you up in such a sleepy day. However, today, icy water does not really work for me. I am taken aback a little, but somehow, it just makes me want to return to my warm blanket, just a few steps from the bathroom. 'It is not Sunday today', I tell myself repeatedly.
After putting on every piece of woollen clothes I could find in my closet, I am already late. But I still go down to have breakfast. Cereal and milk. The milk, from the refrigerator, is obviously cold. The first spoon makes me shiver. After the third, I can feel a chill in my stomach, so I stop and make my way to the front gate. As I put on my shoes, discouraging and irresponsible thoughts fill my head. I can stay at home and fake a disease, it is the season of flu now, no doubt; moreover, it is only a voluntary work, what's the point of going there in such a day?; or maybe, I could go later, when the rain subdues? I stop at the gate, hesitantly. The rain is still coming down in sheets; each heavy drop erodes away some soil in the garden I used to take care of when I was in primary school. The streets are empty, except for few brown umbrellas scattering along the lonely road. Houses are bright with warm light. Everybody, I suppose, is safe in their homes.
I can stay at home. No punishment will be taken upon me, simply because I am a just volunteer. And yet, I shudder at the thought. A sting of guilt washes through me. What a poor excuse I am leaning on? How can I let my so called "colleagues" down while they have been helping me profusely? I cannot be irresponsible to my work, my friends, and even myself. That is the whole purpose of work experience program, as my teacher always says, to be in control.
'To be in control', yeah, I can control myself. I raise my hand, open the big pink umbrella, and walk out of my house. The biting wind is howling beside my ears. Trees are dancing their awkward waltz. 'I won't blow away', I giggle at myself as I recite the quote from the movie I recently watched. Each step lightens.
p/s: I really want to elaborate the points on "letting my colleagues down" more, as in, using the "show, not tell" techniques, but I am not so sure how to do. Could somebody please help me? Thanks a million times.
p/s2: erm, I just realised that I am supposed to post this under general courseworks... oops... Since I can't find a way to delete this or move it to the correct destination, I hope you won't mind that this lies here:D. It is my first post, so... Next time I'll post it the right place... Sorry:D
