Everyone has a dream, so do I. I never dream of becoming beautiful because know beauty is something I won’t have. My dream is simple, that is, becoming a typist. I came from a poor family of several children and the best thing that my parents could give us was a good education. I hoped I could master the typewriter which would bring me a good job in the office. But of course it was a hard thing to find a job, even though you could really master that machine.
But I still decided to take a course in typing given by the government. I filled in the form and wrote down typing as my training course. When I handed over the form to the interviewer, she looked at me and after a while she advised me to change my choice. "Why don’t you take up dress-making or that kind of course so that the competition is not so hot? You know you can’t compete with college students.” She said, “Offices prefer to hire neatly dressed, pretty girl with beautiful hands. "She added.
I knew that, but I gave her my choice, " I will be a really good typist.” She accepted me at last.
After five months’ training, I was chosen as one of the five students in my class to do some copy typing for the department. I knew it was my chance. When I worked hard on the typewriter, I took every care to be neat and fast. I finished half of the work given to all of us while my other classmates spent their time talking and reading.
More work came to me after this test. I was taken on as one of the typists in one office immediately after my graduation. Having achieved one dream, I set out to achieve others. In my opinion, dreamers should keep reaching for their dreams. no matter what the pains are.