I’m a Scorpio. Scorpios are supposed to be extremely secretive by nature, they can be a very trusted friend or, alternatively, they can be a most fearsome enemy. That’s exactly me. I’m 19 years old now, and in these 19 years, somebody loves me while maybe someone hates me. I guess it may due to my “too” candour, I mean, what my heart thinks, my tongue speaks. I can’t tell this character is merit or disadvantage, but I do make some pretty nice friends who like my straightforward, so I think it’s fine.
Another obvious character of me is a litter boylish inside. I’m saying “inside” is because I do look like a normal, feminine girl, Thin, short, long hair. However, I say it’s obvious is because, since very young time, this litter girl in front of you is exactly the one who always be disciplined for doing some dangerous things with boys, like climbing the 10-meter-hight tree, exploring in the forest without accompanied by adults, slipping down stairs by sitting on the handrail and things like those. Have to say, comparing with dressing up doll, hanging out with boys to do something exciting is much more attractive to me~
And, I love nature, love the green trees extending as far as my sight, love to be wake up by birds’ beautiful songs, love to walking on the grass and feeling my toe wet by the dew. For me, Clouds drifting in the sky is really a glamorous painting, much more charming than the stiffness building. So, I always dream that, someday when I retired, I can live in a log cabin adjoin the lake, trees around my house are profiled against the blue sky, my naughty dog napping in the garden and the gold sunshine makes every corner bright. And I, sitting on the rocking chair with the man I’m meant to spend the rest of my life with.
Well, tell sth about my study~ em, I think since I’m a international student, the language barrier is really tough, especially in the composition 2. I’m not saying I don’t like writing, I just do not good at express myself in English. I mean, ideas are crowed in my mind, but I can’t find a fit word, so it always takes too long to tell them out. And when in this class, my reading is also too slow to catch up with my professor, oh, sad. But, I guess I wouldn’t give up, this’s just a beginning, I believe I can do better through hard work. Anyway, I need your help, no matter who you are, professor or classmate or just a guy who come here by chance, I’ll be appreciate it if you point out the mistakes in my passage or give me some advises.
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