I haven't decided the name for this passage. And it is the first draft. so it is not well-written. Hope you can give me some advice on my topic or grammar.
Thank you so much for your help!
Not everyone is born with confidence.
When I first learned to walk downstairs at two, I had myself fell off the staircase like a rolling ball.
When I first used the stapler in the kindergarten, I had my fingers stapled and blood spouted out.
When I first employed the iron at six, I had my rugate cover of the book with a lovely rabbit icon on it burnt.
As I am growing up, my doubt that I was not intelligent as others was confirmed by my poor academic performance, which made me a foolish figure in class. No one wanted to pal up with me and even my mum kidded my low IQ was because of her dystocia. I always stayed alone at school with my head hung down in shame.
In my dictionary, the word CONFIDENCE had never existed.
I hided myself behind the aureole of those outstanding students who were always that confident and smart, owning the qualities I lacked. I hoped one day I would become one of them, but the recall of others' ridicule totally dispelled my idea. How could I make a change? How could I build my confidence? I still hung my head in shame perhaps hardly could I find the answer.
Life is an ongoing process filled miracles. I accidentally found my answer during my first semester at high school. It was really a surprise that my English teacher recommended me to attend the WHC held at Peking University in March.
"Why don't you have some self-confidence?" My teacher gazed at me when I told her I didn't want to attend because anyone else could do better.
"Confidence in myself?" I muttered.
Her words woke me up. For the past 15 years, I had NO I CAN'T as my tag and submerged myself in the apprehension of failure and ridicule, never dared I to challenge myself. Perhaps this time, I should make a bet, a bet on myself, a bet to quest for confidence.
"I will do it."
In the following days, I fully flung myself into the preparation and felt my confidence was gradually on its way until one day I passed the common room.
"Hey, did you hear that Alice that weird girl will attend the WHC this march?"
"Yeah, I was so surprised how such an inexperienced and taciturn person could attend this important competition."
"How did the teacher make the decision? She was sure to hinder our school performance."
"Haha, Let's just wait and see."
Their words pulled me up short outside the room, the hot coffee in my cup poured out with my trembling hands. My mind was all blank with no words to knock back. I run the fastest ever in my life to find a place with nobody. Finally, I leaned against the wall of school garden so vulnerably with tears coursed down the cheers unconsciously. My memory flashed back to the day and night I struggled for the competition. So longing to change the stereotype others had did I pay every effort to win this bet. However, their words confirmed my diffidence. I was afraid of losing again, losing the bet of my life. How could I believe myself when no one else believed me? With no experience and confidence, there was no place to prove myself. They told the truth. I should give up not to become a foolish figure. Confidence was groundless utterance to me.
As I was heading for the teachers' office, a beautiful blue butterfly that flitted agilely caught my attention. I slowed down to watch this amazing creature. Unexpectedly I reminded what I learned in the biology class. Every caterpillar must pass through the cocoon stage to become a butterfly, but whether it can finally fly freely depended on its endurance of pain. A caterpillar could be transformed into a beautiful butterfly only when it spread its wings from the cocoon and flied away, or it will surely die in the cocoon if it doesn't go through this process of emergence. I suddenly realized the butterfly and I had so much in common. To the butterfly, it must break the shackle of cocoon. To me, the diffidence was what I must defeat. The process of transformation was destined to be filled with blood and pain. However, as long as we relentlessly quest for our dreams, the arduous effort would be ultimately turned into our desirable fruits. The power of the nature endowed me with the answer: I need to break the shackle of diffidence no matter how hard it would be.
The competition day finally arrived.
"You have 20 minutes for your presentation." I heard the chair's instruction with my head still hung down. My mind was blank again. Consequently, the sound of others' ridicule, the ambivalence of my bet, the picture of my hardworking all floated through my mind like a real film. Ultimately, all the images folded up into a beautiful butterfly flying freely in the sky. I raised up my head. Hundreds of eyes stared at me. I began my presentation with a sincere smile.
The other day, when I was walking on the campus with a certificate of excellence in my bag, I finally looked up, what came into my view was a beautiful blue flying freely in azure sky with the sunshine was touching every corner around. All the hardship and pain passed as transient clouds. I smiled to myself.
Ultimately, the word Confidence is engraved on the cover of my dictionary of life.
Thank you so much for your help!
Not everyone is born with confidence.
When I first learned to walk downstairs at two, I had myself fell off the staircase like a rolling ball.
When I first used the stapler in the kindergarten, I had my fingers stapled and blood spouted out.
When I first employed the iron at six, I had my rugate cover of the book with a lovely rabbit icon on it burnt.
As I am growing up, my doubt that I was not intelligent as others was confirmed by my poor academic performance, which made me a foolish figure in class. No one wanted to pal up with me and even my mum kidded my low IQ was because of her dystocia. I always stayed alone at school with my head hung down in shame.
In my dictionary, the word CONFIDENCE had never existed.
I hided myself behind the aureole of those outstanding students who were always that confident and smart, owning the qualities I lacked. I hoped one day I would become one of them, but the recall of others' ridicule totally dispelled my idea. How could I make a change? How could I build my confidence? I still hung my head in shame perhaps hardly could I find the answer.
Life is an ongoing process filled miracles. I accidentally found my answer during my first semester at high school. It was really a surprise that my English teacher recommended me to attend the WHC held at Peking University in March.
"Why don't you have some self-confidence?" My teacher gazed at me when I told her I didn't want to attend because anyone else could do better.
"Confidence in myself?" I muttered.
Her words woke me up. For the past 15 years, I had NO I CAN'T as my tag and submerged myself in the apprehension of failure and ridicule, never dared I to challenge myself. Perhaps this time, I should make a bet, a bet on myself, a bet to quest for confidence.
"I will do it."
In the following days, I fully flung myself into the preparation and felt my confidence was gradually on its way until one day I passed the common room.
"Hey, did you hear that Alice that weird girl will attend the WHC this march?"
"Yeah, I was so surprised how such an inexperienced and taciturn person could attend this important competition."
"How did the teacher make the decision? She was sure to hinder our school performance."
"Haha, Let's just wait and see."
Their words pulled me up short outside the room, the hot coffee in my cup poured out with my trembling hands. My mind was all blank with no words to knock back. I run the fastest ever in my life to find a place with nobody. Finally, I leaned against the wall of school garden so vulnerably with tears coursed down the cheers unconsciously. My memory flashed back to the day and night I struggled for the competition. So longing to change the stereotype others had did I pay every effort to win this bet. However, their words confirmed my diffidence. I was afraid of losing again, losing the bet of my life. How could I believe myself when no one else believed me? With no experience and confidence, there was no place to prove myself. They told the truth. I should give up not to become a foolish figure. Confidence was groundless utterance to me.
As I was heading for the teachers' office, a beautiful blue butterfly that flitted agilely caught my attention. I slowed down to watch this amazing creature. Unexpectedly I reminded what I learned in the biology class. Every caterpillar must pass through the cocoon stage to become a butterfly, but whether it can finally fly freely depended on its endurance of pain. A caterpillar could be transformed into a beautiful butterfly only when it spread its wings from the cocoon and flied away, or it will surely die in the cocoon if it doesn't go through this process of emergence. I suddenly realized the butterfly and I had so much in common. To the butterfly, it must break the shackle of cocoon. To me, the diffidence was what I must defeat. The process of transformation was destined to be filled with blood and pain. However, as long as we relentlessly quest for our dreams, the arduous effort would be ultimately turned into our desirable fruits. The power of the nature endowed me with the answer: I need to break the shackle of diffidence no matter how hard it would be.
The competition day finally arrived.
"You have 20 minutes for your presentation." I heard the chair's instruction with my head still hung down. My mind was blank again. Consequently, the sound of others' ridicule, the ambivalence of my bet, the picture of my hardworking all floated through my mind like a real film. Ultimately, all the images folded up into a beautiful butterfly flying freely in the sky. I raised up my head. Hundreds of eyes stared at me. I began my presentation with a sincere smile.
The other day, when I was walking on the campus with a certificate of excellence in my bag, I finally looked up, what came into my view was a beautiful blue flying freely in azure sky with the sunshine was touching every corner around. All the hardship and pain passed as transient clouds. I smiled to myself.
Ultimately, the word Confidence is engraved on the cover of my dictionary of life.
