As I am about to meet the end of my college life , pressures from the oncoming work days are tirelessly haunting me these days.

Two days ago, I was still busy in searching for jobs through the Internet, meanwhile thinking about how nice my new life would be in a new city (I wanted to seek my fortune in another city), and I had included all the joys and beauties in my imagination. The job-hunting market had long been overloaded by tens of thousands of graduate, though, I didn't worry so much to be left behind in that fierce competition, because I believe that my hardness will help me a lot. 

But after I spent more time to collect jobs information from various resources, I was well aware that even students with master's degree would find it hard to defeat their competitors, let alone me, who owns nothing than merely a weak educational background and a few less competitive certificates of one language. With the rapid development in our country, everything is never the same as it was yesterday. More and more companies tend to receive talents with higher educational background, and if the applicants just happen to be back home from overseas, that would absolutely do him or her a great favor. I, too, had wanted to be able to study abroad, but my plan just never came to be realized for scores of reasons.

And then, I hit upon an idea yesterday. Its approach was so sudden that I couldn't even remember it was from where the idea emerged. But I got a strong feeling that, somehow, it was like a plan from god. 

Now I've got a chance to study in UNAM, a university in Mexico, and to get a certificate out of it. This plan, seemingly good for my personal development and well-being, is actually made beyond many of my capabilities, and therefore, it will certainly meet up with a great hardship. My mom have seriously warning me about the would-be hardness, the tough life I will be faced with all by myself, so on and so forth. I don't expect to give it up this time, though, I am no longer the little girl 3 years ago, when the same thing happened to me and I was so afraid to bear the possible risks that I finally gave up the plan. I've made up my mind this time that I would stick to what I've been longing for for so long----to get an experience of adventure, to explore the unknown world, to step out from my comfort zone, and to see how far I can reach. Although these things will not bring me any material benefits in a short time, but it will turn to be precious and intangible treasures in life later on. For example, a wider knowledge of the world, making us more open-minded and being able to see things from different angles; an greatly improved personality, making us more courageous and positive in doing everything, thus we are able to cheer ourselves up even in the toughest  time; and what's more ,a fulfillment of our crazy dreams, allowing us to live a full life and left no pities behind. When recalling all those old days when we get old, we definitely don't want to frown and sigh over the memories. Are these reasons being able to make any sense for my craziness about this adventure? I do think they are.

It's a quick plan made in a second or two, but to make it come true, it requires a large amount of works the next-----Firstly, to get a Visa; secondly, to get through the cultural shock there; thirdly, to get myself settled down comfortably in that country, and so on. Anyway, It's never been a easy task to get one's goals achieved, isn't it? I believe I will get to where I supposed to be, as long as I keep moving, fighting and smiling.