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《我的大学，用一辈子去忘记》作者：杨柳青 2017-02-10 18:11
he United States when I was five years old. I know how to speak, read, and write Korean and I thought I had learned enough from my f***ly and watched enough TV programs to know about Korean customs. I guess I was wrong.You see, Joh and I had our differences. He didn’t speak perfect English, but I figured it was okay because I didn’t speak perfect Korean either.
But 1ittle problems between our differing cultures surfaced as we continued to date. When we went out to eat, I noticed he’d have trouble reading the menus. When he registered for a class, he scheduled it with my free time so that he had someone to talk for him, like a translator. I accepted the fact that he couldn’t speak perfect English, but what was really frustrating was that he wasn’t willing to try. It may have been his male pride, but I think he was more embarrassed about the puzzled looks people would give him when he talked.
There would be times when he wouldn’t talk single word for hours. It was hard for him to blend in with my Asian-American friends. Once, I and my friends were reminiscing3 about the 80’s, things like Michael Jackson, Madonna, teased hair and those awful UMEN cardigans. But while we were laughing away, talking about old times, John just sat there uncomfortably with half a grin on his face. I tried to include him in on our conversations by explaining what we were talking about, but by the look on his face I could tell I wasn’t very successful.
But 1ittle problems between our differing cultures surfaced as we continued to date. When we went out to eat, I noticed he’d have trouble reading the menus. When he registered for a class, he scheduled it with my free time so that he had someone to talk for him, like a translator. I accepted the fact that he couldn’t speak perfect English, but what was really frustrating was that he wasn’t willing to try. It may have been his male pride, but I think he was more embarrassed about the puzzled looks people would give him when he talked.
There would be times when he wouldn’t talk single word for hours. It was hard for him to blend in with my Asian-American friends. Once, I and my friends were reminiscing3 about the 80’s, things like Michael Jackson, Madonna, teased hair and those awful UMEN cardigans. But while we were laughing away, talking about old times, John just sat there uncomfortably with half a grin on his face. I tried to include him in on our conversations by explaining what we were talking about, but by the look on his face I could tell I wasn’t very successful.