I told my grandpa I wanted to learn how to play tennis. He brought me to the tennis court and I hit the wall with a ball to practice controlling it every afternoon. It made my arm really hurt at the beginning because it is very different from playing ping pong. I need to remember not to use my wrist, and then after a lot of practicing I can hit the wall 35 times! But my arm isn't so strong, so I can't hit backhand.

My uncle said that he wanted to give me a gift because I got good grades on my tests. I didn't have any slippers or sandals, so my aunt and I went to the department store. I chose a pair that I feel comfortable in and she said we should walk around to check if there is something I like better. We tried on many different kinds of shoes , like Roman sandals, a colorful pair, and a pair which has a lots of flowers. They are all beautiful, but I wanted the confortable ones. Then we still bought the one we picked first.

We went to My grandma's house, but my cousins haven't finished their tests. They are still studying, and so is Jimmy. That is why he didn't come with us. Benny came, but he went back early with Mom because there was a commencement ceremony, and he was awarded a prize.

In the morning, I hung out with my grandparents. My grandpa likes to watch costume dramas like Coa Lou Singer, the prime minister in the Song dynasty. I know that he is called a candle master and studied really hard, but it showed more about him. I also watched a movie called Sherlock Holmes. I think it is great because he can tell your past from small things.

He seems so dirty and silly, but everything he took was important like a mouse tail. Another thing is he forgot the gun on purpose to made Watson come. The part I like the most is when he played the violin and told Watson what happened. I was so excited to find out the guy who asked the men in the cart for money was him.

Grandpa is also good at playing tennis . He and grandma always wake up at 4:00, and go for a walk. Then after that he will play tennis with his friends. I only heard about this. I didn't see it myself because I slept until grandma woke me and told me it was the lunch time.

Do not misunderstand it. I am not lazy. I am just relaxing.

Now I don't need to have my eighth or ninth period classes, and our term is almost done. Every lesson has stopped and teachers don't teach new things. She said we can read any books but just be quiet. I write my story so much, and I am really satisfied. I think this must be the happiest time in my life to do what I want to do.

The school also sent us a graduation gift. It is a red Nike sport bag.

The bad thing is many cram classes call to ask me to have the first preview before classes start. Each day there will be four or five calls. It make me don't want to lie about who I am.

I was so excited when I knew that I don't need to take the test one more time. That means I will have so much extra time. My friends whose decision is the same as mine are renting many comic books and bringing them to school. They trade with other friends when they finish each set. I took some and read them the first week. I can read them quickly, but I don't like them very much because most of them are love stories, and I can predict what will happen. Later Jimmy's friend who lives in the 13F lent me some Kung Fu books and I quickly fell into them. They have half ancient Chinese words and half Chinese, so few people write them.

I have already read 8 books but there was a problem: At the same time I was still writing my story, and Jimmy said it seems that I am changing my writing style into theirs. I have already writen half, if I don't change then the story will be so strange.

I am really gambling now. Teacher and most of the people are all guessing that students took the test this time are much better than before, and even the usual data can't show perfectly what school we can get into right now.

I was sure I would have to take the second test, but I wasn't well prepared to face it. How would my heart obey me, and follow my teacher's wishes. I always tried to encourage my classmates not to be afraid, and they all said I always am so good and I don't have any pressure. Even I have it, I will still try to forget it. But now, no one can explain my mood besides myself.

There is one thing that I certainly understand. The thing that I try to hide.

I am standing at the edge of a cliff, and with a little carelessness I will fall in.

How time flies,

Through my blood.

Leaves a big hole in my mind; There's no scream, there's no fear.

An oppressive stone, and heavy breath,

My heart hurts, but who can explain?

Between my ears,

There's always a tick tock

Counting the time

Buring myself

Please, Amy

Change all the nervousness to bravery