An offer from King's college.

Offers from good universities of my schoolmates lay me a complex feeling these days; I think I am doing the right thing, I think I did good self-control, and make good use of every second. I dispel all my emotion which would mislead me from calamity to chaos. I know clearly the possibility of getting into Cambridge PPS is very, very low. But I still think in the least I should try; and a very clear-cut target has been set out, that I have to obtain as many subjects with A star as possible. Well, I am working on it. The feeling is just complex. I am calm but never confident, I am not panic but never with powerful view. I just want to do my duty, do my best, what's more, if, for the god sake, with all my might and main to, prove to the people who despise me, that I am definitely qualified to be one of the best, to get into the one of the best universities in the world. I want not bring shame over my parents, they were insulted, I know, they didn't say anything, but, I shall show them. I still remember how I was wailing on the plane, leaving for england, I pledged to myself, no matter how hard would it be, endure it and do my best, wash off the shame, and be brilliant. I shall not be worry; however, we will wait and watch, to see, what's going to happen.