The frog, which made it out of the well

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The frog, which made it out of the well.
“Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your whole future ahead of you. Perfection doesn't happen right away” by Haruki Murakami, the quote woke me up since six years ago. When I first came to America, my English was humorously sounded like a frog. Thus, I thought that how could my teachers make me write in many different subjects every day, when I could barely communicate in English; I was wrong. While I did not like writing, I did not hate it either. In fact, writing was the stairs for a frog like me to climb out of the isolated well.
Before I was able to enter main high school program at Fairmont, they placed me into an ESL program due to my frog-like English. The program was placed in a special campus; it was like an isolated facility. But it was not too negative, since I would have feel even more embarrassed to face other native speakers with my English then. There, the teachers tried their best to babysit their students with tons of essay and journal topics to crawl out the students’ hidden potentials in English. Additionally, they also added some simply high courses so that students would not fall too far behind with their education programs as well as giving a sense of American education system.
A year after my arrival in the unfamiliar land, I completed the high school ESL program through my succession in PSAT test. But I never get to enter the main high school program at Fairmont, my parent decided to transfer to an air force academy as the result of my relatives’ recommendation; Randolph-Macon Academy was told to be a best in discipline as well as a high-quality academic high school. Indeed, I never got to experience a life of normal high school teenager by the cause of ...

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...ts’ research. Why? Because I am certain that my professors already spent at least ten times the amount of research than I did; so my professors do not really get excited to see those resources beyond doubt constructed again on my papers. No revision is deadly; I felt a chill behind my back after realizing my College English professors only gives one chance submitting for all her essay assignments. While one of my classmates seems to be carefree with it, I am yet to find this confident in my writing; this confident is perhaps what I am going to seek to obtain after the course.
In conclusion, I still remember every step of the stairs for me as a frog which tries to climb out the well and join in the open world. But it was not the end of the struggle in writing ever since the moment that I stood out of that well. Therefore, I will face this inevitable struggle.

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