Anh

About Me

I am from Asia, I 'd like to show you a partial picture of Asia. Being a teacher of literature I 'd like to show you a partial picture of Asia by my essay.

The biggest mistake in my life
The biggest mistake in my life was my marriage. I got married at the age of twenty which I now know was too young. I did not have the experience necessary to take care of a new family. My husband in turn was very immature. He was not serious about his work and very soon he lost his job. He became a heavy smoker and drinker and after only a year of being married we decided to divorce.
The regret I feel for this marriage would not be strong if it had not come to become like a weight around my neck. For you see, there is a strong belief in many Asian cultures that when a woman get married it means she must live and die in the family of her husband, even if she is no longer with him. To add to the difficulties, a married woman can be looked down upon by the rest of the community
Being divorced prevents me from looking for other man. There was a colleague at work who I came to trust and love over a long period of time. But finally he told to me that he wished that nobody had known had been married before. It was then that I lost my belief in flying .Just like in injured bird. I have found it difficult to go out with a man and I am very careful with meeting them. This is the reason that I have remained single. I wonder whether the barrier of social prejudice is an illusion, for women, it is not easy to overcome.

EYES
He sat at the front desk, in line of sight just below the teacher's desk, the skinny boy who often fell asleep. He could fall asleep in the same position for the whole lesson if the teacher does not intervene. He would mumble answers in voice, for some silly reason about not taking notes, not listening to lectures. His eyes would look to the ground, His face expressionless, Hís eyes dull, melancholy, full of patience, cowardice and resignation. All in all, he was always making others feel pity. Seeing him makes me sad to understand that saving a soul damned in the prison of torment and pain is an almost impossible task even for those who are considered to be dedicated soul engineers. most attentive. I met him on the stairs when I entered class. I looked at him, intending to blame him for being late to school, when I noticed that his hands, chest, and open shirt were full of horizontal lines. I panicked: 'What's wrong?'. He replied: ‘I was beaten by my father. It's okay, don't worry, it's not like that every week?!. I asked his classmates else about him. 'He is't from here. his family only rents here. His father is very strict with him. he is often abused. He's had a double year in school, and this year isn't much better. Another time accidentally passing through the room to welcome parents, I caught him standing huddled next to a man who was blushing purple and harshly, 'If you can't study, drop out of school, I'll let you go home.'. Sad, what can help him?. Children born to parents who are hurt, lost, bitter, struggling with life? It is difficult for them to be in a position to nurture another happy and proper life. Struggling with a living has drained much of their energy, mind, and time. Whoever said "You grow up in love, don't worry about storms out there, parents take care of you" just say. Dissatisfied parents who encounter storms in real life will rain downpours and storms on their children. Children who grew up in an atmosphere of hostility, emotional and physical violence, were most of the time lower in intelligence than children of the same age. They become disgusted, frustrated, self-deprecating. They cannot build and cultivate the ego by themselves. By defaulting to a low status for yourself, losing your own great and precious ego, easily being led by others. Their hearts and minds are sad and lonely. They tend to avoid real life, avoid even decision-making situations, letting life get pushed around. An unhappy childhood is easily the cause of a stolen life. Not every child in the same situation will be the same, some of them are born with strong personalities will become cunning, survival instinctive tricks to protect themselves against adversity. These children have the ability to adapt very quickly to new situations, unpredictable personalities, vulcanization. My boy is not this type of person. What a pity, I suddenly wish his eyes didn't hurt me so much.
The boy's eyes like a cloudy sky before the storm haunted me. I grieved with the fact that, he, that boy did not have the same joy of going to school as another normal child. I cannot accept that. I talked to him as quietly as possible. I used all my ability. knowledge and life experience to convince him. and I asked him to come and see me after school. We would work together. I promised to help him with his studies. I waited for him and was disappointed. He hided from me. I waited for him near the school gate, he also disappeared among the crowd of students. I failed in my attempt to touch his heart.
Five years later, I seem to have met him at a village temple. I recognized him by the same gaze from a monk. I suddenly said, 'Oh, are you, right? . That gaze dropped again, the monk left. I stood dumbfounded, full of bewilderment. Looks like I missed him again.

About My Match

Someone who I would be able to share a lot of common interests with