'The day I went to the Department of Motor Vehicles\r'

'When I decided to go to the linked shows, my colleagues were truly envious of me. They called the United States ‘ ambitiousness let down’, and so did I. Yes, I came hither to make my dreams come up true. I was so excited. When I boarded the airplane, my heart was flagellation faster and faster. And when I got off in the San Francisco global Airport, e reallything looked different from my country. Ein truththing was splendiferous. I admired the buildings, the people, I rase approximation that the sky here was so beautiful that home could non compare. Back home I hated it when it rains but here I thought of rainy twenty-four hour periods as ro military mantic. The wind here was as cool as strawberry scum cream. I just loved e realthing in this ‘ ideate Land’.  This was paradise to me, where I thought everyone is an angel.\r\n weensy did I nonice that this illusion would soon be over, and this is the story of how my ‘ imagine Land†™ crumbled before my very eyes.\r\nEverything started when I decided I look ated a car. Back home, I never felt the disorder of non having a car. I could go more or less everywhere by foot and if I had to go somewhere far the bus fag end be relied on. However, ‘ inspiration prop up’ is huge; I could non go to market without a car. Everything was far from my part and the buses never came on time, so I omit hrs on the road to get to where I need to go. That’s why I decided to subvert a car. My parents however did non understand my situation. My fuck off thought I envied friends who construct cars, but last he agreed and utter that if I stand get a license he bequeath buy me a car.\r\nMy teacher gave me device driver’s hand book to study and wrote a letter for the DMV to explain that I am an world(prenominal) bookman and that I needed assistance to get my driver’s license. During that time I was as student in the side of meat as a indorsement Language center at Sac State. My incline was not good. I had difficulty expressing myself in side of meat. I could understand what they are saying but I could not give a reply since it was so hard for me to say what I am signifying. That’s why my teacher ca-caed the DMV officer to pronounce her letter.\r\nWhen I went to DMV, I had to wait an hour and fractional until my heel was called even if I had a reservation. An hour and a half was really a big time to wait, but that was still okay with me. My thwarting started right after that. I went to the window which has my number on the screen. There was old snow-covered lady. She looked very blunt and never smiled. I say, â€Å"Hi, um,, I  inadequacy to take a turn out for the driver’s license.” But, she did not understand what I state. She repeatedly tell â€Å"Excuse me, what? What?” I was losing my confidence. Americans would never understand, how scary it is for a foreigner when they say ‘What?’ in a patronising if not antagonizing instruction. Any way, when she finally understood me, I showed her my documents, including my  passport, I-20 and the letter that my teacher wrote.\r\nThe blunt old white lady said to me. ‘No, you can not take a test because you do not need social protection number.’ I politely explained to her that I could not understand because international students can not get social security number, and some of my friends took test just a day before, but she said ‘why are you talking about your friends? I do not care about them. The hassle is that you do not have social security number.’ I felt that she was annoyed and did not want to pick up to my poor English.\r\nSo, finally I asked her to evidence the letter. However, she did not read it and said ‘Sac State is not my government.’ I was speechless with amazement, and I could not accept what she said. When I tried to say so mething, she said ‘why are you still here? If you can not follow American law, go vertebral column to your country.’ She was really rude. And the survive was  so frustrating for me. That was the day I realized that this place is not the ‘Dream Land’ I thought it to be. The angel has morose into a scary antagonizing monster, whom I hate.\r\nAs I walked to the bus disclose I could not stop my tears from falling and soon I was holler so hard. It was a very painful experience for me. I was so humiliated by the way the rude white lady who does not know what is legal. I hated her. I hated myself for not being able to express my thoughts in English. And I hated this ‘Dream land’ where they do not give social security number to international students, and want to us pay ten quantify expensive tuition fee than that paid by their citizens.\r\nThat was the day I understood what racism means. I am an Asian who could not discourse English well, so the white lady did not listen to me. I thought to myself, this not ‘Dream land’ after all, the old lady at the DMV do me realize just that and she did it in a really painful manner.\r\nI went to the pith to meet my friend and fork this story because if I did not tell this story that day, I cipher I would have died.  We sat at the food court, and spoke in Korean. I felt so relieved that I could speak in my mother tongue and be understood by my friend.\r\nSuddenly, an old white man came to us. He asked us, ‘What language are you guys talking with?’ We said, ‘Korean’. We thought he was interested in comprehend to another language. However, it was another illusion. He explained that we have to speak only in English in the ‘Dream land.’ We were so offended by what he said but what offended us more and make us very angry were his last rowing to us. He said ‘Go to the restroom and drizzle your mouths.’ I could not believe he was scornful us because we did not speak in English.\r\nFrom that day, ‘Dream land’ is not dream land to me whatever more. And I realize how wrong I was to think that this is ‘Dream Land”. There is no dream land and no angels. It was really a tragicomic experience for me to be treated unfairly because of my head for the hills and poor English.\r\nFrom then on, I studied English very hard until I could speak very well. Nowadays, when I see people who can not speak English well at the mall or on the road, I try my trump to help them and I am always minute not to say anything that would ruin their confidence because I do not want to break their dreams same the old white lady did to me. If they still think this is ‘Dream Land’ I do not want to ruin it for them.\r\n \r\n \r\n'