Saturday, November 23, 2019
My Senior Year essays
My Senior Year essays    Standing in the land 11450 miles away from home with a language barrier, I     felt lost. However, out with the old, in with the new. Everything  has  gone     and something has changed this year. Every time when people  ask  me  who  I     am, I can always get  different  answers  and  different  definitions  about     myself.  Every  time  I  think  back,  I  can  always  remember  interesting     novelties in my life. As I become older and more mature, I  always  find  my     views about things are different when compared to the past. When  I  realize     I am a senior this year, my life seems to come onto a different  screen:  an     ambitious, pleased, and successful theme.        Flying 19 hours from China to U.S, I have been staying  in  US  for  one     year. This is already my second year of Community  School  of  Naples.  Time     flies. I am already an eighteen-year-old girl. When the  first day I got  out     from the airplane and drove to the school, I met all  my  friends  and  gave     them a big hug. They all know me really well this year. They  know  I  am  a     girl from China. They know I still like Math and Science, and  do  not  like     History or writing. They know I enjoy eating different food  and  traveling.     These habits have not changed; it seems I am still the same. I am still  the     girl  who  has  a  big  dream  of  traveling  around  the  whole  world  and     discovering. I am still the girl who wants  to  go  to  unique  and  amazing     places and find our how beautiful the world is.  However,  still,  something     has changed in my mind when I think back to last year.         Last year was a disaster in my mind. It was a hard year for me,  because     of the different  language,  different  people,  and  different  culture.  I     always felt it was hard to get in to the social circle. Every time I was  in     the class, I was always afraid of speaking  out.  My  face  turned  red,  my     voice became low, and my hands did not where to put. ...     
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