I am 1 girl who speaks 3 languages. That's what people call me 3:1 because nobody seems to care about my first name only that I "know a lot". Well 1. I don't. 2. I'm not even bright enough to figure out why they call me that 3. If I was bright There would be at least 5 people who know I exist. (At this moment in time only 2 people do, which is: myself and Cara)
See, people (teachers peers etc.) and I don't exactly agree on anything. At All. For example:Last year in Religious studies I answered my last finals question answering: Roman Catholics which argumentatively was the right answer. I had a good defense knowing that our very old professor Mrs. Punta would mark it wrong, but she dismissed my well thought out explanation and told me "No explanations you give me make any answer more understandable" Now that hurt. no one bothers anymore to bicker with me anymore, they've had enough. Except for my Korean Language teacher, who doesn't understand a word I'm saying. My parents insisted on me taking Korean because I speak fluent Korean and it would get me an easy A. That is probably the only A I get.
My parents also pushed me to take French, the other language I know fluently.
I am trilingual, only because my mother is French, my father is Korean and I am an adopted white kid. Honestly it sucks, not knowing who your real parents are, but it's life and I'll get over it.
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Incandescent Mr. Koi
Novela JuvenilA Brilliant trilingual Girl in Lemán Crux Academy who finds out what life is like in the real world (sorry bad summary, the book will be much better though)
