A Fulfilled Dream
I don’t know if every one all have his/her own unfulfilled dreams, but I do have mine. Taking part in an English speech contest was one of them. In school days
whenever I saw a poster about it on our school notice board, I always wanted itto give it a go. But due to one reason or another, I never had a chance to joinin.
The only time that I almost joined in it was a few days before I graduated. That
time I thought I wouldn’t miss it: I nonstop brewed the given subject in mind,
spared no efforts to get sufficient information needed, and carefully wrote the
speech before I went to my English teacher for his opinion. I was almost there
if hadn’t he been so pissed off. He was so not in the mood that he kept smashing his critical view on my face. I failed in the first round of the contest in time.
Because of the happening, English speech contest became one of my unfulfilled dreams when I left school. I carried it with regret, if not pains. For it I often
kept an eye on any contests of the kind. If it was held on TV, I would sit in front of it hours in advance to wait for the opening of the contest. I was always
anxious, eager, and full of expectation, which no one would understand, even myself sometimes.
That’s why I became suddenly so joyful and anxious, which must have puzzled
my friend a lot, when I read the poster on the notice board of our area the other day. It said on it soon there would be an English Speech Contest in our area.
That’s why no sooner I had read it, did I made the decision to join in. I didn
’t know about the reward if I possibly won. Nor did I care. I had wanted to join speech contests of this kind for ages. Even if it offered no prize, I wouldn’
t give a toss about it.
It took me three days to prepare for it. Choosing an appropriate subject, writing and polishing it, and rehearsing it all took time. And because I hadn’t taken
myself on stage for ages ever since I left school, I had to use visualization in order to get rid of my nervousness and clumsiness. But all in all I made in time. When I sat in the hall of our community last night I was full of assurance.
I knew I would not let myself down.
So I won. The moment when the host read aloud my name I knew I made it. It was not easy, especially so when you were beaten down in the past. I am so glad that
I could finally stand up from where I fell over once. Surely for the moment I still have many other unfulfilled dreams to disconcert me, trying to hold me back.
But after this experience, I become more certain than ever that I will be able
to make them as well eventually.
