essay of the day.

my essay will definitely become better when i practice more and with the use of idioms, proverbs and so on. but im lazy. so, i ended up with blog an essay everyday. LOL~

Recount a time when you felt dispirited.

  I looked at myself in the mirror, going through the same routine that i forced myself to endure each day before the Big Day came. My mouth curled itself into the appropriate contortions to produce the unfamiliar words, but beauty was not high on my list now. i had to pass the oral test or i would be the laughing stock of all my friend.

  when i first toyed with the idea of learning French as a third language in school, everyone i knew laughed. after all, a third language was ludicrous when i did not succeed in learning my second language, Chinese, well. but i felt that i could not be blamed for my pitiful grades in Chinese. after all, it did not appeal to like French did. French had the magic of romance and class about it, which appealed to the aspiring Euro-phile in me. the more i was derided for trying to bite off more that i could chew, the greater my determination to prove my detractors wrong.

  but i lived long enough through the arduous task of learning French to finally see the error of my ways. i was not cut out for languages. when i tired to roll the French words off my tongue, all the romance that ia had envisaged was gone. in its place was a comical enunciation that made even the stoical French teacher laugh. needless to say, i was demoralised. when i told my friends of my progress, or lack thereof, the roared with laughter as they reminded me of their dire forecasts before i signed up for the class. my pride was naturally hurt. i thought of how little faith they had in me and was determined to plough through it.

 the last day of test arrived and i strode to the exam hall, betraying little of the nervousness i felt. when i sat before the grumpy examiner, my spirits sank, she looked monstrous with the pince-nez on her bulbous nose and was obviously disgruntled about having to test my oral competence on such a hot day. she asked the first question in fluent French and learned back to await my torrent of French. but it never came. i had anticipated the question and practiced saying it a hundred times, but when the time came, i just could not open my mouth!
 
 the situation become worse when the examiner glared at me as i stewed in my own juice. she rattled off several French phrases alluding to my disgrace as a student of the beautiful French language and then sat back, wait for my reaction. nothing i was so nervous by now that i could not have said a thing to save my life. miserably, i sat there waiting for her to dismiss me. that she said after a few more minutes og glowering after which she waved me out of her presence with an imperious gesture.

  i practically crawled out of the room, into the bright sunshine and the laughter of my friends as they saw my woebegone expression.
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similar thing happen on me. also during oral test, but not French, is English. the examiner was Pramijit and i end up with getting about 20 marks over 30. wtf ==

i wish i could speck fluent English @@