Among speaking, listening, and writing in English, if someone asked me what was the most horrible, without hesitation I usually answered that writing in English was the most terrible and fearful thing among them. So at the beginning of this semester, I couldn't decide whether to choose this class or not. I was worried about this problem for a long time, but finally I decided to choose it. However, to be honest, I had no confidence to do well.
        I don't know why I hate writing in English. Actually I have enjoyed writing from my childhood, and I won many prizes in composition contests. But I have few experiences in writing English. Besides, when I started to write an essay in English, I couldn't find the right words, I couldn't use proper expressions, and I couldn't arrange sentences and paragraphs well at all. So, little by little, I was getting to feel nervous and irritated, and finally it was almost painful for me to keep writing. Therefore I thought that if I couldn't write in English well enough to represent my feelings and thoughts clearly, I'd better not try to write an English essay. Thus in the first class, when the teacher said we would write three essays during this semester, I was really scared. I said to myself, "I can't. That is entirely impossible for me to finish three essays." But now this is my third and last essay. And when I think about the two essays I've already written, I am proud of myself.
        Maybe my essays are not very good ones. When I received back my first drafts, they were all covered with many misprints, grammar errors, "Konglish" words, and even wrong vocabulary. If I hadn't received back my first drafts, I wouldn't have noticed my mistakes. But although it was hard work for me to make so many errors correct, through my second and third drafts I could see my progress and I was so happy. They are my first essays that I can show to others without shame. That is to say, they are the greates essays at least to me.
        What delights me more is that I am getting to understand my classmates better by reading their essays, apart from improving my English writing skill. Often I was astonished at my classmates' new aspects. Is she thinking about such a problem? Has she experienced such and such events? All I can find are fresh and surprising. At the same time I am so pleased to show my essays to my classmates because they can understand me better, exactly like the way I understand them.
        Still it takes my hours for me to complete one English essay. I know that I'm not skillful at English writing yet and I need more effort. Perhaps in this very essay, there are still many errors. However, now English writing is no longer fearful to me, but I am ready to try to write an essay in English with pleasure. That's what I got from "this special class."