I cried because I hated to part with my friends. But I couldn’t do anything. What I could do was to wipe the tears, pack my bags and go with my mom. When I came to Beijing, I lived with my cousins and went to the same school as my cousin did, which was an international school, though I didn’t know any English at that time. I thought although I couldn’t continue my studies at Venezuela, I still needed to work hard at the new school and aimed to do well in my studies despite my poor spoken English. When I went to BCIS, the new environment was not so scary as I had thought. Everyone was friendly and soon I had many friends. After one year at the school, I could speak some English. It might be difficult to make a start in speaking English, but once started, it was not that difficult. I also joined the swimming team and basketball team, and participated in drama. Sometimes I thought that if I had not come here, I would not have so much fun, and I would not have been able to speak English and played basketball well. So I appreciate my mom’s decision to take me back to Beijing.
My own experience reminds me of a Chinese idiom – a thing which you think is bad turns out to be good if you work hard and do not give up. If I had not worked hard, I would not have learned so many things, and would have regretted it one day. So when the wind closes a door but doesn’t open another, the key is whether you make it work. Only when you work hard can you get the chance to be the best.
