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February 2007, my heart was full of desire, and I was so extremely nervous before I opened the door of my head start class. I felt as if I had so much pressure to prove myself in my classes. I asked myself many questions before entering: How will I get along with my classmates? Will I disappoint my teachers? Will I really be able to handle the amount of work that is required? However, I did find a common bond with my classmates: we were simply struggling to get out of the old style of studying that we had become accustomed to in high school. That was me, one year ago. Afraid and uncertain, yet filled with that itchy feeling of wanting to simply enjoy my newfound life at NIC.

Then a special encounter happened to me that impressed me and will continue to impress me throughout my life. It was my first counseling with Ms. Hirota when I was not sure about my future. Her power comes from her care of wanting to hear the stories of people. And so she was listening to me. Her tender questions were all focused on me which made me so open to her and caused me to want to expose my feelings in front of her. I can never forget the way she looked at me with those kind but strong eyes. At the same time, I realized that I deeply admired her power to bring out the most of others and to get involved in their stories. She was one of the reasons that I felt my choice to enroll at NIC was right, and I felt so protected and sure of my decision thereafter.

And now a year later, I am a changed person as a result of my encounters with special people here like her who have made my life at NIC so much different. But exactly how have I grown since that first nervous moment in my head start class? For one thing, I am more unyielding in my effort. I was always encouraged by my classmates every time they finished their homework on time in spite of having tons additional housework, unlike me. Compared to their responsibilities both at home and school, I felt shame to stop half way despite the tons of homework that I received everyday.

Moreover, I became more independent than I was one year ago. Then I still wanted everything to be done for me by other people. However, the teachers and staff at NIC encouraged us to be responsible for the decisions that affect our lives. Deciding whether or not to study, where to study abroad and what to major in were our responsibility alone to make, and I appreciate the chance to decide this.

In addition, I am more appreciative about life through several experiences this past year. In the Tutoring Center, I remember working with a young lady, whose name I can no longer recall, who asked, ¡ÈHow can I be able to speak English?¡É She told me she could hardly understand what her teachers were saying and she was so frustrated and worried that so many students were much better than her. I was constantly supporting many students like her who were worried about their English ability. And then a tragedy a few months later made priorities in my life much clearer when I lost my very close cousin, who was like a sister to me. She passed away to cancer at the young age of 25, just a few years older than me. This put things into perspective and made me realize that life is to be cherished and that the problems that we encounter like not being able to speak English well are actually small and expected of a person learning the language. I realized that this year.

Of course, nothing would have changed had it not been for my parents who often put up with my hard schedule at NIC. To be honest, I hardly did any housework this past year even though my mother and father sacrificed all of their time to make me have as much time as possible for my studying. One time, before I had a speech, they helped me by videotaping myself and were willing to be my audience even though it was already midnight. They are the best parents for me, and I am sure that all of you are feeling the same as me even though the way your parents supported you is different.

And so, I stand before you today to thank all of the people who had made us one step closer to our dreams that are about to come true. So congratulations director, newscaster, singer, speaker designer, actor, and billionaire—just a few of the many dreams of my close friends at NIC. As for me, I am the newscaster. I plan to pursue a career in the media. Whether I¡Çll be a journalist, an anchor, or a talk show host, I¡Çm not sure. But it¡Çs a dream, my dream, and this start is all that matters now. So I would like to close my speech with some choice words of General Motors¡Ç founder, William Durant who said, ¡ÈForget past mistakes. Forget failures. Forget everything except what you¡Çre going to do now and do it.¡É Well¡Ä Now we¡Çre doing it. Thank you.