Girl on Fire “She’s just a girl, and she’s on fire...” The song keeps echoing again and again in my brain is “Girl on Fire” by Alicia Keys. I bet you are not new to this song as it peaked at number 11 on the Billboard 100 chart, and with the impressive performance by Angelica Hale these days, it goes viral again. I first listened to it was five years ago when I was still in Hong Kong. Perhaps I did not have much life experience at the moment and I was taking care well by my parents, the song did not stir any ripples in my heart and I did not have much emotion associated to it. Not until I immigrated to the US could I really apprehend the messages of girl power, strength and resistance in it. Every time I listened to it, I could obtain power to stand up from obstacles, and go further fearlessly.
Immigrating to the US was way more arduous and exhausting than I thought. For the first half an year I …show more content…
The toughest time for me to endure would be the group project time; not knowing anyone in class, it was habitual for me to be forgotten and left out. Sometimes, teachers would try to help me out by putting me in other group; it just gave my group mates more opportunities to tease at me and make fun of me. I perceived myself a heavy burden that no one was willing to pair up with since I could not speak or write English well. Not long after I had moved here, I encountered another terrifying nightmare-- the in-class essay test. As soon as the teacher wrote down the question on board, everyone was so engrossed in putting their thoughts onto the paper, and all I could hear was the scratching sound from the pencils and papers. Not like the rest, I had thousands of ideas on my mind; I did not know how can I get my brain and my hands collaborate with each other, expressing my views fluently in English. During two hours of testing time, I only dashed a few lines on the paper. As you might expect, I ruined my
Immigrating to the US was way more arduous and exhausting than I thought. For the first half an year I …show more content…
The toughest time for me to endure would be the group project time; not knowing anyone in class, it was habitual for me to be forgotten and left out. Sometimes, teachers would try to help me out by putting me in other group; it just gave my group mates more opportunities to tease at me and make fun of me. I perceived myself a heavy burden that no one was willing to pair up with since I could not speak or write English well. Not long after I had moved here, I encountered another terrifying nightmare-- the in-class essay test. As soon as the teacher wrote down the question on board, everyone was so engrossed in putting their thoughts onto the paper, and all I could hear was the scratching sound from the pencils and papers. Not like the rest, I had thousands of ideas on my mind; I did not know how can I get my brain and my hands collaborate with each other, expressing my views fluently in English. During two hours of testing time, I only dashed a few lines on the paper. As you might expect, I ruined my