Fear Can Hold You Prisoner, Hope Can Set You Free So little consequences can i bring to these children, but i never say no to trying. I tried, i failed, and i tried, and i failed......but i don`t want to stop trying. I am still wondering how to communicate with them since i must find a balance between being their teacher and their friend--- Not quite a teacher, not quite a friend. Neither too distant nor too close. Friends who know me well can understand my emotions and smiles. But these children can`t. Sometimes i smile not for the sake of happy moments. They have got terrible problem with pronouncing words and memorizing vocabulary. They are too like babies. They don`t like morning reading at all. Their lips seem to be hard-working, but actually their mind are not working simultaneously. Well, i must admit this indeed gives me a headache. I failed to motivate them. Actually I didn`t know how to. Or even incredible, when they are reading in the classroom, i don`t know where to stand. I just walk around the rows, which must disturb their concentration. Whenever i think of my happy adolescent time with morning reading, i feel pain now. They look like well-behaved children, who are not supposed to do wrong. They look like dilligent children, who are not supposed to do nothing. How come they only scored 20 points average last term? I am so afraid that i can not live up to their expectations. What should i do to make up what they have lost? What sense should i make for their lives? Until now, i have never complained anything to anybody. I simply let it go. But when i am stressful and depressed. I will have nightmares. I think i am a prisoner cuz I am too young to learn how to compromise the reality. The battle between my inner and the outside world turns out to build me a prison. JUST KEEP IT UP.