One summer night, on my way home from work I decided to see a movie. I knew the theatre would be air-conditioned and I couldn't tolerate my <u> <u> 1 </u> </u> apartment.
Sitting in the theatre I had to look through the <u> <u> 2 </u> </u> between the two tall heads in front of me. I had to keep changing the <u> <u> 3 </u> </u> every time she leaned over to talk to him, <u> <u> 4 </u> </u> he leaned over to kiss her. Why do Americans display such <u> <u> 5 </u> </u> in a public place?
I thought the movie would be good for my English, but <u> <u> 6 </u> </u> it turned out, it was an Italian movie. <u> <u> 7 </u> </u> about an hour I decided to give up on the movie and <u> <u> 8 </u> </u> on my popcorn. I've never understood why they give you so much popcorn! It tasted pretty good, <u> <u> 9 </u> </u>. After a while I heard <u> <u> 10 </u> </u> more of the romantic-sounding Italians. I just heard the <u> <u> 11 </u> </u> of the pop corn crunching between my teeth. My thought started to <u> <u> 12 </u> </u> I remembered when I was in South Korea, I <u> <u> 13 </u> </u> to watch Kojak on TV frequently. He spoke perfect Korean--I was really amazed, he seemed like a good friend to me, <u> <u> 14 </u> </u> I saw him again in New York speaking <u> <u> 15 </u> </u> English instead of perfect Korean. He didn't even have a Korean accent and I <u> <u> 16 </u> </u> like I had been betrayed.
When our family moved to the United States six years ago, none of us spoke any English.<u> <u> 17 </u> </u> we had begun to learn a few words, my mother suggested that we all should speak English at home. Everyone agreed, but our house became very <u> <u> 18 </u> </u> and we all seemed to avoid each other. We sat at the dinner table in silence, preferring that to <u> <u> 19 </u> </u> in a difficult language. Mother tried to say something in English but it <u> <u> 20 </u> </u> out all wrong and we all burst into laughter and decided to forget it! We've been speaking Korean at home ever since.