As a little girl from a small town in Indonesia, I was largely attracted to that promise so I struggled to achieve the highest marks at school and even studied harder to pass my national high school examination with an exemplary notch. After all the hard work, however, I felt disillusioned to have found that it would only be worth getting into a community college. Coming from a city where people could barely gain access to the worldwide web, I had little knowledge about university application online, merely making do with the information derived via the newspaper and TV. At the time, I was also worried of not being able to compose a good admission essay due to low level of proficiency in English. So I ended up attending the De Anza College, thinking that I might fall short in meeting the expectations of an academe with high standards. Staying in the community college for a year and a half, nevertheless, proved worthwhile when I gradually unravelled delight in learning and meeting people with different backgrounds and insights, teachers and classmates alike, who bore impact in my studies. In the process, I had observed significant improvement in my general performance which highly reflects my increasing capacity to speak in English in and out of the class.