Today was supposed to be a holiday, a rest day, a lazy day. But instead, we had a replacement class for the upcoming Chinese New Year holidays. So, we, students, dragged ourselves into waking up early and bring our heavy books to school and our homework. Then, I had Business studies, Geography(boring class, by the way), Math, and English. The day went smoothly as possible until the English class. We all had to write a paragraph that composed of 5-7 sentences about a day in beach. Our teacher, our magnificent teacher, racked our brains into using adjectives and interesting nouns to write
descriptively. I tell you, being homeschooled for 6 years plus, nothing made me so nervous into handing out my paragraph. Is she going to like it? Will I get a C or a D or F? I was going nuts. But nonetheless, she is a passionate teacher dedicated to produce only the best out of students, she was sure in convincing us we can do it. As we lined up to get our papers checked, I fidgeted discreetly twisting, curling my fingers. Not knowing what to think, the teacher checked my paper silently murmurous. And then, she started correcting mistake, showing me which was that. To tell you frankly, I didn't quite knew how I felt. I was relieved that she corrected it but also disappointed I couldn't do better. And I think people would discourage me to feel that way because teachers only want the best for their students. Right? So, anyway, to make the long story short. I got an
A for Content,
B++ for Vocabulary, and
B for Sentence structure. Not bad for a beginner, eh? Here it is, my corrected(Is that the right adjective there?) sea/beach paragraph:
The sun was faintly dimming behind in the cloudy sky. The sea galloped strangely sloshed against the defenseless shore. Three little black birds sang their glum gloomy songs to me with accompanied by the murmurous rustle of the leaves, as I heaved myself from the briny sea. Stepping on the rugged rough pebbles in the restless, secluded shore, I ran to my salvation, the sturdy shack. As I furiously ran across the seemingly overwhelming distance, the smell of the rich, tingly tangy sea filled my nose to its with delight. Feeling the spiky, bumpy, slightly tickly, and smooth stones, I distinctively felt the huge an overwhelming wave of victory and accomplishment sweep over me, as the open door of the shack welcomed me like a long lost friend.
So what do you think?
What I find most weird was when she asked me after checking my paper was:
-How long have you been in Malaysia?
-How do you like it so far?
-(if i remember it correctly, she was asking about my school before I came to this school.
and if i was happy.)
I felt the urge to answer quickly as the world was waiting on her to check the papers of other students. I replied, for a couple of months, it's good, I was homeschooled before. I felt as if I didn't answer correctly though. I think my defense mechanism shot up or something. I have this weird radar when someone asks me and I feel like I'm being evaluated. Although I didn't see anything wrong with it, I just felt strange with her question. It's an out of the blue question, the questions that catches me off guard. I don't seem to like being off guarded. So anyway, I guess she noticed the glowering glum of my writing. What can I say? She's a perceptive woman. :)
