Starting school of a new year, two semesters of painful studies and lots of books to read. My family just moved out of the states to a new country. I wasn't so happy about it, i hate moving and starting all over, but who knows, maybe excitement and new adventure will come my way this year. All my friends are miles and oceans apart. I can't even imagine what it will be like starting a life in a new country, where I don't know the native language, or culture well. My life is history from here, I know no one at my new school except that they are all freakishly talented at everything they do, like perfect robots, wait never mind, I might be over exaggerating. But they are talented then most of the people I know. I can barely remember his name but he was the first person I met at this school. He was nice and can speak little English, his name was Im Jae-bum. I didn't understand how he knew a little English. He guided me to my homeroom and showed me all the other classes I will be attending in this art school.