This is a very inspiring essay or story. it tells about things that can teach you how to be a lion rather than a sheep and it also encourages a person to stand up. It really shows us that life may seem to be hard, difficult, annoying, and somehow contagious. But it is up to us, ourselves to choose whether to be a sheep or a lion.
I liked how the author selected the way of writing the essay. As i was reading it, i felt like i was reading a vow, which made me really understand an think back my past. I should be ashamed of me being a sheep, not wanting to stand up and keep on complaining. After reading this essay, this essay will remind me of a inspiration that will make me stand up, try and try and try again.
I think that there is no such person whom had never tried to be a lion or lioness. Even animals try and try again to stand up. Like elephants, giraffes, and horses, when they first were born, their mother won’t help them to stand up. They individually need to learn how to stand up by themselves. Like people also, even babies try and try again. Thou they do not know it or do not notice it, they do. It is already an automatic thing for a person to try again. The difference is HOW MUCH.
I remember when I was young my mother left me in my grandmother’s house in Korea. She left me there to learn Korean since I didn’t know how to speak in Korean when I was in kinder garden. It was my first day in school. I did make some friends but we didn’t really had that long conversations as I remember.
One day, we had a spelling test. It was my first. We wrote numbers one to ten in our papers and then waited for the teacher to say the word that we have to spell. As I remember we had spelling test every Language time and it was my least favorite subject.
After our tests when I came home I cried and cried, till my grandmother asked me what was wrong. I told her that I had a grade of 0 in our spelling. She asked why I had that grade and I told her that, when I first hear the first word like “Eo-Meo-Ni” (which means mother in English) and as I am spelling it the second word comes out, then I start to write the second one and again while I’m still on number two, the third word comes out until I reach number ten which is always the hardest word which I can’t even spell. My grandmother laughed then she told me never to quit. She told me that I can do it as long as I have the faith in me.
Few weeks later, I came home and showed my grandmother my spelling test. It was one over ten but my grandmother was happy. She said that it was a great thing, since it means that I’m going up one step at a time. After that I tried harder and harder, until I got a perfect score for the first time in our spelling test.
Now if I kind of think of it, it’s such a stupid thing. A spelling test? What? But if I think of it as my old self, I was so happy. Because then, it was a great thing. My example may seem to be such a small thing but for a first grader, it is A thing.
