The day I arrived in SF, I was nervous because I hadn’t practiced my English for a long time. I had to speak with a police officer when I arrived at the airport, so I was afraid about having difficulties understanding him. It was surprising when the officer talked to me in Spanish, and the guy who drove me to the residence club too. When I went to Jack in The Box to order a hamburger and everybody there were speaking in Spanish, my mother called me to find out my first impressions of the city. I asked her, “Will I learn any English here?”
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