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My Study Life and The Person Who Had A Significant Influence On Me 'The downpour was enough to let Noah

's Ark set sail again. The fat drops splattered incessantly at every surface exposed to the sky. She sat in front of her desk, staring at her exam paper. Tears welled up as she scanned the red crosses on it and the eye-catching 40 at the top of the paper. The words, 'From now on, please pay attention to the class', set forth a fresh torrent of tears gushing out from her swollen eyes.' I was writing a story, a story based on a real life, my life. As I was trying to figure out my next paragraph, I sank deeply into my memory. I shall never be able to forget how hard I was to achieve what I have now and the person that supported me all the way along. When I was young, I was terrified of going to school. I would plead and beg my parents not to send me to school as I was afraid of the teacher. Their strict and stern way of teaching made me feel hard to keep up the syllabus as I was afraid to ask questions that will embarrassed me in front of my friends. It was a difficult time, an uphill struggle. My fear of studies grew with each passing day, and it ended up with barely satisfactory result and a weak attendance for participating in school activities. I still could distinctly remember the sarcasm and criticism gave by my teacher at 'Family Day'. I was totally despairing and distressed when I heard those words. I just managed to keep a calm face. Inside me, the pain of holding back my tears was burning in silence, suffocating me. I thought I was going to receive a good scolding from my parents but it never came. Instead, my mother decided to teach me extra lessons myself. Even though she was poor educated, she would try to make an effort to learn the subjects beforehand and then teaching it to me. Although it was a bitter pill to swallow, she kept her agony in silence and never gave up in spite of difficulties. A woman of fortitude, she believed that only the fittest and strongest survive in the world. There is no place for moaners and weepers. With my mother's help, I was be able to keep up with the syllabus and became more active in the class. I dared to ask questions and request for help from teachers. I realised that asking for help is not a sign of weakness, but a sign of courageous as it shows that you dared to admit when you are puzzled and bewildered and are ready to learn. As a result, my grades improved gradually since then. Time ticked away. As years went by, I was been able to coop with my studies on my own. The syllabus in high school was more challenging and difficult. In the last year as a high school student, I was going to sit for Malaysian Certificate of Education, which is equivalent to O-level. It was not a piece of cake for me to deal with the increasing demands made upon us by our studies, exams and the high expectation of our parents and teachers. For many of us, the dawn of a new day brings no cheer. Fortunately, my mother had always been there to lend me her shoulders when I had a share of disappointments and frustrations. Once, she told me that:"A path is something that you create as you walk it. The ground you've trodden hardens, and that's what forms your path. You're the only one who can create your own path. Walk on your own. If you haven't given up yet, that is." After a few months of intense preparations, I sat for the exam with the blessings and encouragements from my family and friends. I did my best in the exam and I hoped my determination and perseverance paid off with good result. The twitterings and flutterings of early birds broke the tranquil silence of the world and brought me back to reality. I continued my story. '23 March 2011, here came the day to take the SPM result. It was raining that day. She could feel butterflies in her stomach and she could not help but to feel nervous. When the result was released, it was surprise that she scored straight A+ in SPM and emerged as one of the best student in school. She wanted to share the good news with her parents and she was grateful that

A slight cool breeze brushed over her face. She realised that there is still a long way for her to go in the future and she was ready to move on to the next chapter of her life. shedding light upon the world. What reflected in her eyes was that vast. She let go a sigh and looked upon the sky. A sky so beautiful. blue sky. from within the depths of mud. The rain had turned into a light drizzle. it was just like a lotus flower. and experiences that would teach her and help her to mold her future. A vibrant blue stretching endlessly. it almost hurts.they gave her their support all the time. with a result slip in her hand. She could feel a powerful upwelling deep within herself. bringing wonderful memories with her.' . The rays of the sun penetrated through the magnolia white clouds.