My Senior Year

             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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