A Good Lesson
　　After living in Europe for seven years, my parents decided that my family would move to the United States. We all looked forward to this. What would people think of us? For me, I hoped to be the hero of the class. I was not disappointed. All my classmates admired my experience, and I quickly became well known as "the French guy."I was very popular for a time. However, I was not interested in many things my classmates did,and it was hard for me to connect with them. I enjoyed listening to classical music, never watched TV, and almost never watched movies. I did not have a common background with my friends because I grew up in Europe. I had few friends,and fewer good friends. When I look back now, I realize I was a bit of an idiot to many people around me. I kept talking proudly about my experience. And I thought myself better than those around me because I lived in Europe but they didn't. I had decided I wanted better friends when my parents said that we were going to move again! I saw this as a perfect chance to get better friends,where people did not know of my unkind past. When we moved to California, I did not show off as I had done for five years. I did not tell everyone that I lived in Europe. I still listened to classical music, but I just kept my music to myself. Sure enough, I found that people like someone who is not typical but does not boast about it. Nothing can replace good friends,and if I had to control my tender and pride, it was well worth it.