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      When I was young, I had an English class at the university. We had to write a journal every week. My good friend was going to take the class. He is Malaysian and he was an English teacher at an elementary school in his country. He said, “I will help you! So, let’s take this class together.” I usually helped him with Japanese. I like English but I didn’t like writing.

      One day, the American teacher of the class returned our journal notes. My note was put on the top of the stack. When I took it, he said, “Your journals are always very interesting!” I was surprised. My friend said, “ Sugoi [you are great] !” and thumbs up. Since then I like writing.

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