When I opened my drawing books one by one, and turned over its page after another. The memory would form a picture that I was drawing this or that work. I can remember the teachers’ words and comments from my classmates or colleagues. Fear or exciting, bitter or happy will pour in my mind. Some needed to taste repeatedly, some gave me advice and warns, but majority of those was worth to remember forever.

So many things recall that I was a sentimental boy and did many things with emotion and less consideration. I was like a fool, his brain was full of his own fantasy, and he looks very rigid to do anything he thought was right. Eventually, he would be very happy with a little effect or fruits. But the fruits he earned wouldn’t be enough to make his living.

Now, I am happy I take the right choice, that is better off for my personality. I believe I will become stronger than ever before with totally difference.