Bonjour everyone! I don't fully speak French yet but I will be in a sack of months! 



I started writing Eighth grade and to me, it's kind of embarrassing because it tells me that I have no passion for writing? Or perhaps I have decreased intelligence? No, not exactly. 



You see, I am not a native English speaker and when I came to the U.S.,  all I had to do was immersed myself to anglophones and be part of them as an American citizen (I am one). 



That was Sixth grade. I practically had no friends, afraid of my own teachers, had the inability to express myself well, and sensitive to words of a stranger. I was weak. 



But then, Seventh grade came along,  we moved to another state and there, I made a few which is enough to make me satisfied. My grades were high in which is beyond my expectation of intelligent capability.



Sometimes, life is arbitrary. They give you bad punishments for no such reasons and sometimes they give good ones. Sometimes when a bad thing gets too bad, there will be a time where it gets too good and when good thing gets too good, there will be a time where it gets too bad. That is how I view life. We live in an unexpected world where everything has its own consequences.