Dear principals, teachers, and dear students,
Good afternoon, I am Pamela.
It is a great pleasure to see you all here again. Today, I stand here not only as a representative of the 12th grade students, but also as an explorer who stumbled on the "unusual" path of studying in international school. I hope that it will provide some inspiration and encouragement for you as you look out ahead to your college applications.
I remember when I first came to this school, I was full of curiosity and longing for the future, but more so confused and uneasy. It's not easy to fit into a new environment. Language barriers and social collisions have made me feel lonely and challenged. I kept asking myself, "Do I really fit in here?" "Can I adapt to this new environment?"
When I looked up to the senior students at that time, I had no idea what major I liked and what kind of person I wanted to be in the future. I had been in the comfort zone of art for a long time, and I didn't want to try various subjects that I hadn’t liked before. What makes me feel even more confused is that later I did not persist in my love for art.
Back then, I often looked at my past, and I would think of the "bad student" label that I carried all the way from primary school to junior high school. The teachers said that I was rebellious, undisciplined, and lazy. But despite the new environment at SHBS, which was full of encouragement and tolerance, it still very difficult to tear off this label and become my own self.
Fortunately, I met many teachers who inspired me and gave me motivation to learn new things, such as Tony, Lynn, and Marie. They even helped me to break through barriers that I once thought were indestructible, such as giving speeches on stage.
The process of exploration is painful, I needed to touch my limits again and again, to go through the stages of apathy, emotional turmoil, and anxiety. I used to hate the hands that pushed me forward, but without those hands, I wouldn't be standing here.
Time passed and I became an 11th grade student. The pressure of this year made me feel sick. The academic challenges, the participation in extracurricular activities—they all required a lot of time and energy. I didn't get perfect grades. There were various emotional and social challenges in my life. I also joined the student union. Yet, the confidence I had worked so hard to build seemed to be completely shattered.
The most challenging stage was actually the application season last semester. I was overwhelmed by writing personal essays, the selection of an ideal university, and the scores I had yet to meet. Many nights of writing crushed me. When choosing a school, I was also faced with a lot of practical problems: grades are not good enough, activities are not good enough, interviews I did are not good enough and so on. There was a chaotic regimental battle. I kept spinning amongst my own, institutional, and parental opinions. I wanted to give up several times. But the hands behind me lifted me up. Luckily, I finally reached my target score and completed the process.
Now, when I look back on the past, I realize that what I thought was a huge mountain was actually just a small slope, it does not determine where I will go for the entirety of my life. These small slopes will eventually become the steps I’ve climbed. No matter how bad or how good the outcome, I must keep my eyes firmly on the next page that is about to open, where there are still infinite possibilities.
Finally, I would like to say that everyone's journey is unique, don't be afraid to have your own way. I wish you all to be the person you want to be in the days ahead.
Thank you all!