About three years ago, I made maybe one of the most important decisions in my life: I decided to go to America, and finish my high school here. I still can remember the date that I arrived America: Dec 26, 2008. It is a day that changed my life.
The fifteen hours that I spend on airplane meant a lot to me~~ The trip itself is nothing special. I spent fifteen hours with a Korea couple. They did not speak English, and I had no clue about Korean. So …… you know fifteen hours no talking at all. It was really painful for me. Other things during the trip were OK. I did not cry, I did not miss my hometown. In fact, I was so clam about my coming life: study in a new environment. Most time of that trip I was sleeping on my seat, and enjoy the meals on airplane. Sound like the trip was meaningless, and it was very boring, very normal. However, it was my first time came to America. At that moment, I did not know what this trip meant for me. The only thing I knew was that I would begin a new period of my life. I did know how it would be if I study in foreign language. I did not know how much I need to pay for my life. I do not mean just money, but also the time I need to study. After that trip, I average have chance to go back home one time one year. And I never feel clam in airplane. After that trip, I always told myself in airplanes; I’m coming home.
Do they not have good schools in China?
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