Feelings for My Senior High School Days

張貼日期：Dec 21, 2016 3:4:15 PM

Albert Lin

It was five years ago when I entered the senior high school. The place was definitely bigger than my junior high school. With the better learning environment, I hoped that the three years could go on steadily well. I had no idea that the people there would change me so much, especially the guitar club members and my homeroom teacher.

The guitar club members affected me greatly. Every student in the first grade of the senior high had to join a club. I could play the guitar. Eventually, I signed up for the guitar club. I had thought participating club activities was calming and relaxing at that time. However, when the older members began forcing us into practice for our first performance, everything changed. I was distressed by their expectation. Whenever I entered the activity room, I felt stressed. During the practice, the strings on my guitar broke several times. It was a dreadful experience until the day of our performance. At the end of that performance, I could hear the passionate cheer of the audience from the stage. I sighed with both joy and relief, knowing that our hard work paid off in the end. I have become a music lover since then. Through the mutual supports between the club members, I have found more confidants than I did in the past. It was great to hang around people with common thoughts.

Although there was a breakthrough in my social abilities, my homeroom teacher was not pleased with my marks going downhill. When I was about to lose control of my grades, she came to help. She had been watching and helping me during the school years. She was disappointed when she saw the bad academic performance I had during my second school year. She gave me a calm, sharp scold, warning me not to be carried off by the extracurricular activities anymore. Out of desperation, I left the guitar club. However, I did not hate her. My homeroom teacher put me back on track in time. I realized my distraction from the schoolwork. And I had not planned out what to major in college. My homeroom teacher thought my ability in English was remarkable, so she recommended me to set my goal to English major. I agreed and set a goal for it. After studying long and hard, I reached my goal and got admitted to the English Department of Chinese Culture University.

The guitar club and my homeroom teacher transformed me. The club members broke my old shell, helping me find my potentials and possibilities, which enabled me to discover a new kind of faith in myself. By constantly encouraging me, my homeroom teacher reconstructed me, discovering my strength through my imperfection.

I am thankful for their appearance at this stage of my life. Without the process, I might have been a lost person.