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MSU国际学生征文一等奖的文章2011-12-08 06:15 WALK A MILE ON THE BRIDGE On the first day of arriving in East Lansing, I was so hungry that my belly was beginning to rumble. After sixteen hours on the flight and two hours on Michigan Flyer, I did not spare any time in tasting the excitement of being in United States, a wonderland Ive been longing for during my earlier life. Rushing to the closest place I could dine in, I ordered a random burger on the menu, feeling anxious to eat. Then an unfamiliar sentence came to my ear at the speed of light, For here or to go? I stared at the salesclerk with my face at sea for three seconds, and tried very hard to search this sentence in the words bank in my mind but found nothing. It is definitely a question, a guess haunted and I murmured with my intuition Yes... With a big question mark on her face, I realized that I said something improperly, Sorry, pardon? She slowed down, I mean, FOR HERE OR TO GO? You want to dine here or take food out? Oh Gosh, I finally understood, but I want to hide myself and escape from the awkwardness, replying To go, please. That night, I lay down on my bed in Spartan Village, using bedclothes I brought from home, sniffing the flavor of home thousands of miles away from me. There was no lamp in the bedroom, only soft summer moonlight spreading upon the room. That was how I started the brand new life here, with sounds of steam whistle and roaring of trains right outside the window. From the beginning, every single day is a small-scale battle. With my first 21 years life in China, my original lifestyle was developed in a collective culture and urban sprawl - always a group of peoples company, busy and crowed streets, neon lights in every corner, vendors with steaming hot snacks, blatant Chinese dialects. But here, I need to cook every meal alone, work hard many hours per day, cope with homework, projects, case studies, bank bills, and get used to the quiet lonely country life.