I have been performed too many roles in this solitary place. I have been a student, a class monitor, a teacher, a hostess, a painter, a runner, a swimmer, a jumper, an artist, a reader, a performer, a competitor, and a troublemaker. Also I have done so many things and have a huge amount of memories formed here.
I came as a 4th-grader in the year of 2010, when the boys were generally shorter than the girls who"ruled" the class. It was my first family here, with 14 students and a bunch of subject teachers who treated us as if we were their own kids. The first major challenge I met here was language. That was literally the first time I spent time with foreigners. Honestly, I was extremely jealous of my classmates who already had the ability of chatting with foreigners and could actually convey their thoughts in English. The English textbooks they used were way beyond the level I had before. "Well," I said to myself, "though it's no better than what I thought, at least let me give it a shot." Of course a 9-year-old had no idea of learning another language methodologically. Besides, I had only one year of systematical study before then. So all I can remember is memorizing vocabularies at home with my dad, and reading texts accompanied by my teacher after school pointing at every word with my finger. Efforts always get rewarded. Within 2 weeks, I could join English classes actively like my classmates did and I scored 1 point higher than the best student in the class in the first mid-term English exam. I was thrilled, I mean, who wouldn’t be? After that I was unstoppable and reached the top of the English test among all the primary school graduates in the High-tech Zone of Jining. It was because of my english teacher, that i was able to become the best. Now I still feel a little pity that if I had learned more about grammar, I could have got a perfect score.
In the beginning of the summer in 2012, as one of the first primary school graduates, I said a temporary goodbye to my school and returned in the end of the same summer. Seeing different faces at the same place, it was hard to tell if I liked the change. In the second year of my junior high school, when I finally started to like the style of life, both teachers and students moved to somewhere brand new and visually more spectacular. The new place inevitably intrigued me even more, enough to give it one more glance. By the way, I became a boarder by then, as in coming home only weekly. Gradually, strict rules inherently began to restrain us to this and that which aroused our attitude to react against them. In spite of this, the results appeared to be positive, in the June of 2015 when most of us waved goodbye permanently, and we were surprisingly grateful to those whom we once hated and for the hard work we'd managed to do.
Then after almost 7 years in 2017, here I am learning pretty much everything in English language, which I used to loath, and preparing for the application for a university in an English-speaking country. From 2010 to 2017, I've witnessed my adorable classmates' heights from short to tall and the depth of the wrinkles on my prominent teachers' faces. I have seen white walls in new classrooms decorated with red and blue and grass wakes up to dot the ground with stars of green in early springs, and witnessed everyone and everything grow with maturity and perfection. Spending roughly one third of my life here, I become a teenager from a kid, during which I've sit in a classroom, danced on a stage, stood on a podium and run on the playground. It's not that nostalgia is keeping me so long from leaving, it might be that Jining Confucius International School has always been so appealing.