The facts are above, but I am very proud to say that I must have been a good writer in my junior times with Tracy my English teacher who helped me start my writing. But now I can only write a few sentences after a long thought. It is indeed a shame to say that!

In the first year of my junior school, I was assigned to a class where Tracy were as an English teacher. In a small and regular show before class, it was my turn to give a speech or recite the part of the passage we were learning at that time. I thought I was not critical or well-prepared enough for a speech. So I decided to choose the latter: a recitation. And I was very lucky that day to come across a superior inspection into our class. I was indeed very nervous, considering I was a very shy girl at that time, with so many people sitting down and listening at the back of me. My voice was trembling. And OMG OMG OMG repeated again and again in my mind. And I lost my word, nervousness shaking over my head and silence making the classroom dead. Tracy whispered to me when she came by me: Take it easy! She looked into my eyes, seemingly saying I believed in you. Finally luckily, I worked out the recitation with little errors and Tracy's words was effective! From that moment on, I believed Tracy was listening and understanding me because she was so considerable at that time. People tended to feel safe when someone did something to help them feel at ease in a difficult time. And they began to say something deeper to that person. And I was too writing my feelings and my experiences in my diaries which she asked us to keep.