My English in English #4
After graduating from high school in March, I stayed at home until May, when I got an airplane ticket to the United States. I was still not motivated somehow.
But my father was excited as if he himself were going to study abroad. He even found a private tutor in his neighborhood. She studied in New York and was very energetic, maybe like an American, teaching me various things in addition to American English that she thought were necessary for an American life.
I was also given a lot of homework, like TOEFL textbooks, by my father, and my tutor urged me to read books about anything interesting because reading was important.
When I was idling away my time in the living room, my father would scold me, saying, “Why are you not studying? You don’t really want to go to America, do you?” I was a little rebellious, saying to myself, “I never said I really wanted to go…”
Anyway, the time came. At the airport. Ready to fly. Our journey began. We took our first steps on American soil.
By the way, who are “we”? Actually, I didn’t go alone…
(to be continued)