My Third Day in America

I have been very busy for painting at school. I guess I had taken the hardest class at school this year. I have to paint a lot because my painting teacher loves painting small and tiny details on his work. It is fun, but it is tough.

I was painting until 10:30 pm yesterday. When I finished painting it, I was so tired. On the other hand, I could learn a lot. So, even if I was exhausted, I was still happy.

As it always happens to me, my classmates always ask me my age. And then they always surprise at me. I have a classmate from Vietnam. She really likes my painting, and when she often comes to my seat, she checks out my work. Every time she looks at my painting, she says that she loves mine. Mine looks the best in the class. She is so sweet. She asked me my age today. When I answered my age, all of them who haven't known my age yet surprised at me very much. She seemed to be unbelievable, and asked me again if I could show her my ID. I showed her my passport. All of them gathered to see it. Although I have been used to the scene in Japan, I seem to be much younger in America. She had thought that I was seventeen or eighteeen. I realized that it works out for not only Caucasian people but also Asian people. It was funny.