Ask yourself this: Who is actually pushing you to achieve your dream, you or your parents?
A thousand solemn ninth-graders stood nervously outside the examination hall, refusing even to speak to their rivals.
My boat was small in the lake.
The other side covered by fog,
I rowed on, not feeling my fingers holding the paddle.
Water splashed all over my clothes,
Chilling me down and despairing me,
As if over a burning fire.
Each stroke was sapping a huge amount of my strength.
The bank of the lake was approaching;
I used my paddle to turn,
But I didn’t get it right, my boat was about to hit the land.
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