I love writing, because words written down on paper and typed up on documents are much easier for me to express than standing in front of people and trying to control the sounds tumbling out of my mouth too fast, tangling up between my teeth and tongue.
Since elementary school, my teachers have always told me to speak up in class, telling me to talk louder and more confidently. At first, it was because I didn’t understand English very well. But as the years passed, it wasn’t really about mastering a language anymore. It was about how every time I raised my hand and the teacher called on me, the words seemed to become stuck in my throat, unable to escape. I fumbled with my speech. I stammered. I didn’t know how to pronounce things. And to this day, it’s still a problem, which is why I prefer writing to speaking, instant messaging to face-to-face conversation.
Yet I learned that words aren’t everything, that words won’t solve everything.
Since elementary school, my teachers have always told me to speak up in class, telling me to talk louder and more confidently. At first, it was because I didn’t understand English very well. But as the years passed, it wasn’t really about mastering a language anymore. It was about how every time I raised my hand and the teacher called on me, the words seemed to become stuck in my throat, unable to escape. I fumbled with my speech. I stammered. I didn’t know how to pronounce things. And to this day, it’s still a problem, which is why I prefer writing to speaking, instant messaging to face-to-face conversation.
Yet I learned that words aren’t everything, that words won’t solve everything.