My College Experience I went from a tutorial school. The experience in that school let me afraid of great pressure. I expected the experience in the college which was called the most wonderful experience in the heaven. I also had something of a big wheel in my high school. Then, I entered my college with great passion. The first experience I recall was that I took part in the election of leaders in my class. I wanted to be the art leader. I stood on the stage and gave a speech. I thought the art leader should have the ability to do something about art and the ability to organize a team. So, in my speech, I just showed the experience that I have had in my junior and senior school. I said I had the ability to do the job well. However, the result was that only a part of my classmates voted for me. My roommate won the job. I failed. A similar experience occurred in the Students’ Union selection. Although, I was good at dancing, I chose to join in the Liaison Department. I past the first interview, but failed in the semi-final interview, because of the failure of the answer. I answered the question by my heart. I thought I should answer it abstractly, not need to base on the facts. Needless to say, I also failed. The failure made me begin to think the way I speak. I always said what I wanted to say. I always showed my confidence in my speech. I always thought I could do them well. I always thought these were better than some of the winners. But, I always failed, I lost my confidence, and for a long time I went into a shell. No one get to know me because I didn’t know who I was myself. Then, after feeling sorry for myself for a long time, I went the other direction and decided to do what I was good at. During the military training, I got a chance to dance in the ending of the military training show. I tried my best to organize the dance. It bore in my mind that I even danced during the vigil. Finally, on the stage, I showed a piece of peacock dance which got warm applause. Especially when I made circles. They shouted and shouted. Since then, my peacock dance was warmly welcomed. Because of the peacock dance show, I was invited to join in the Art Department of my school’s Students’ Union. My time was coming, I thought. In the next time, I became the cheer leader of my school. We joined in the cheerleading trials of our school. We got the first prize. Then, we represented our school to join in the cheerleading trials of Asian Games in Guangzhou. We got an important experience. Then, I won the leader of Art Department. I tried my best to be a good leader and I won. Who I was? I also asked myself in my freshman year. It really got me thinking. It was lucky I realized. I knew I am a good one, although I am not the best one. I can try my best to do what I want to do and say what I want to say. I tried and I gained. I experienced and I found who I am and who I want to be. Thanks for the experience that I experienced.