Being a non-breastfed baby

I am not innately intelligent…

When I was born, my weight was approximately 2.7 kilograms. At the beginning of life, I was weak, emaciated and sent to the convalescence room. After 2 weeks in the hospital, I was discharged for home’s recuperation. As for delicate constitution, I was not breast-fed but on formula. As time went by, I acknowledged that mother’s milk, which I am lacking in, is a basic need for brain and body development. Hence, when I sat for an IQ test in secondary school, I was not so quick-witted a solver that everyone had handed their papers before time was called. Therefore, I chose for myself a different way to promote my intellectual growth.

“Hard working is my key.”

Every day, getting back from school, I spend more hours than average doing homework and reviewing all the lessons of that day. About Math, I make use of my personal “mnemonic” to remember the equations and theories needed for solving a problem. Then, I delve into resolving exercises from the easiest ones to the toughest. At first, I simply calculate the given numbers for a solution; subsequently, for the harder problems, I better my thinking by jotting down the questions on a paper as many times as possible to “soak up” the supposition. I set my mind on the greatest scale of concentration and trace back to the existing information, starting to uncover the “mysterious”. However, I don’t abuse the memorization to the fullest extent, rather be it the by-work tool in life. On the other hands, Vietnamese Literature is a subject that is a far cry from other ones. Given a poem, I don’t choose memorizing the knowledge that has already been written on the notebook over penetrating with the hidden message that the poet wants to transmit day by day. Above all, I always accustom my mind to a sense of critical thinking by repetitive practices.

In other respects, I decide to step out of my comfort zone to involve myself in the outer world. In my pastime, I have a predilection for taking part in many extracurricular activities. This helps me gain courage and confidence to come out of my shell and hone the fundamental skills for my own end. Initially, my timidity did not reveal myself to the social life, sheltering my shyness from breaking its cover instead. Gradually, I,however, opened myself to the surroundings; typically, I applied to an English club to practice speaking and debating. During the mainstream times of school, I almost devote myself to paying attention to what the teacher says and replicating the sample solutions onto my assigment. Thus, I utilized all the opportunities outside the classroom to speak up and exchange the topics related to the societal issues; all those things have made contribution to my maturation. Later on, I was awakened to find a real passion among the experiences. As a result, applying for an organizing position in a camp was my decision. Three days apart from the routine ones transformed me into a whole new self. I was guided to counsel the campers to pitch a tent, to socialize with each other and , most importantly, to jump over the hurdles of life. On the grounds of that occurrence, I oriented myself towards international relations (global affairs) as the major I would pursue in the years of college.

My mother once said: “You don’t fail to the world because of your insufficient ability, but you would kneel to the world because of your lack of diligence. For sure.” In a throng of the gifted, I aspire to stand out with assiduity, not endowments.

Eventually, disadvantage now comes with an an advantage.

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