To date, every time I think of some scenes of me sobbing secretly during my living in a strange city alone makes me feel very ashamed of myself. However, I have to admit that what I have learned from this experience has served me a lot. In the summer holiday of this year, I was compulsively sent to a city to study by my parents, where I have never been before, despite my loud protests. My mother with mixed feelings told me that I should learn to be independent, but I did not make out the real meaning of my parents' decision at that time. I was only concerned with what lay ahead.
With curiosity and tension, I stepped into a train to the unknown destination. It was no exaggeration for me that the early phase of studying in a new school was a difficult time. Before coming here, I was the apple of my parents' eyes. After coming to school, I realized that I was a nobody. I thus resorted to being a cry baby. I cried when I was homesick, sick, lost, and all that jazz. However, after I wept, nothing was looking up except that I was physically exhausted. I felt tired and miserable. I came to realize that tears were only a manifestation of my recreance, which could not solve any problems that I had encountered and some that I would probably encounter in the future. The realization promoted my decision to be strong and patient.
From then on I started to cook; even if the meal was unpalatable, I ate up it. I started to make new friends; even if sometimes I was misunderstood, I did not fly into a rage as before. I started to participate in school activities; even if I played a minor role in them I tried my best. I realized that it was such a fascinating opportunity to work with other students from different backgrounds, ideas about politics, government, law, personal lives at such an intimate level. The various issues and personal stories that some of my classmates spoke about in class made me understand and appreciate what my peers shared at least. To some point, I was bewildered by realizing that some of the classrooms that I had been part of were individuals who had different voices that I had not heard before. I was too much fixated at going home that I missed some of the most enjoyable parts of college. Each of the students who spoke in my classroom was able to and at their own pace, elaborate and shares the beliefs that they act on a daily basis.
Through the various interactions in class, I felt equally impressed by the various interpretations of my ideas as I shared them. Being an Asian, I was impressed by the genuine interpretations of my ideas from a different perspective that my colleagues were able to approach my ideas from. I realized that I was growing when I was able to develop my opinions by considering how other students perceived me as I knew that they did not have the same experiences as me. As a result, I grew quickly and dramatically. I could do many things independently, which I could not before. For example, I did not complain to mother any longer but told her that I was fine, though it was not a fact sometimes. This was maybe because of my experience I school that taught me how to grow up and be responsible in life. I now understood what my mother used to tell me all along. I easily run all the way to catch the train home with 10-kilogram luggage. I did housework to relax my mother after I got home. I have changed from a crybaby to a responsible cowgirl. The time I endured during my staying in a strange city and a new school was largely responsible for the transition. It made me learn that there is various perspective that one can approach life. When I was forced to the new school, I could not fathom the idea that I would not be with my parents. I felt that my parents were letting me into a cruel world. Deep down in my heart, I knew that the world was full of possibilities. Now I believe that it takes a boy a few strange moments to define him as a man. With pressure, people tend to find the best out of themselves. After all, diamonds are made of pressure.
The experience had forced me to come out of my comfort zone. My eyes were finally opened to the endless possibilities that the world could offer
I learned many important lessons about life during this period of getting away from home. This experience brought our family closer together and showed me that with self-reliance and self-motivation, I would always be able to get through the hard times. The fact that my mother realized that I had changed after returning from school makes me appreciate the success that I have had the experience. It is not easy to understand that a few months earlier, I was moaning about being sent away to school. Now I feel responsible for all the actions at home. I understand the level of dedication and hard work that my parents have to give me this opportunity. It had also given me a greater appreciation for the things that I now have. Furthermore, this event allowed me to experience what I believe that every child should experience. Meeting with people from different cultures and backgrounds and to appreciate solitude in that some students may have to undergo throughout their stay in school. When I was alone, I could examine myself and contemplate what life is about. Overall, these various qualities that I have gained through the experience will continue to sever me in my future endeavors. It will always keep me motivated. Some of my friends who I made in the new city would enable me to learn the culture of both the city and the school. I believe that my parents are proud of me given the situation that I first began in when attending my first day in school. What is more, I was recognized as the Best Director in the festival.
This is my first step towards my future success in achieving my dream of expressing me to the world through my works. While working with my team, I understood the idea that Two heads are better than one.' With the help and cooperation from others, I would let my voice heard and embraced the world with my minds and heart. Life is like a play, and No matter what part I am playing, I will try my best to be the best of myself.
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