Fifteenth of January in 2011, it was the day which I decided to go to the United States for my bachelor degree. Before I went to America, I had a large quantity of things to prepare: do researches about universities in the United States, write documents to apply to a university, get a visa so that I could go to America legally, and so on. After all these things were done, I bought a flight ticket to America. The university I chose was Marquette University and my destination was Milwaukee.
I felt really excited about this flight. After all, this was going to be the longest flight that I had ever taken. It crossed the Pacific Ocean, so it might take me 26 hours to get to Milwaukee.
At first, I was so curious about the people around me, because they all had a different color of skin, hair, eyes from me. I liked this feeling, it made me feel that I had already been in America. Then we started chatting, of course, and we had a great time. But my happy and excited mood disappeared soon, because of this long and boring trip. After a while, a beautiful airline stewardess asked me if I wanted some food. Do you know how I answered this offer? “I don’t like that smile on your face, get out of my face, please!”. That was my answer. Suddenly, I felt sad and lonely, and started missing my family, like a home bird.
And then, taking naps became the only thing I would like to do during this flight. All of a sudden, the plane began to shake and it was shaking really hard. Even, you could not even keep your balance easily. Later on, the sound of the captain of this airplane came from the broadcast, and it said” You guys are lucky, our plane is going to fall into the Pacific Ocean. Isn’t it amazing! I have never had this accident before. So let’s enjoy it.” That sound disappeared in the noisy and screaming soundings. At the same time, our plane was falling down in the dark and gloomy sky. The only thing I could do was prey for good luck. If we...
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