Life became hard when I was 14. My mother and I moved to New York to join my father, who’d moved there to find better-paying work when I was three years old. He had a at a restaurant and only visited us once every couple of years.
Before I moved, I knew that people in the US spoke English. But , I didn’t stop to analyze the situation when I was to leave . Just like I assumed I could easily become a doctor or a lawyer. I assumed that I had the skills to learn in a few weeks.
When I in the US and started 8th grade at Ditmas Middle School in Brooklyn, everyone was a(n) foreign language I couldn’t understand. I that life had subtitles（字幕）, like in foreign movies.
was such a serious place here. Sometimes I felt like I was in a geek（呆子） class. The teachers were always watching my moves so I couldn’t even throw a paper ball at a classmate’s head. And the thing was having to read newspaper.
But after almost seven months of about everything, I realized that complaining didn’t change things. It just made my life worse. If I was going to in this new concrete jungle, I had to adapt. I began to learn English by reading newspaperson my own after . After about four months, I started enjoying reading the crime and sports stories. After six months of studying, my teachers notice my and moved me into a more modern English class. I could go to the storeand ask for things that I wanted to buy any frustration. For the first time I felt like I was living on earth again because I didn’t hear talk. I could understand people.
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