When I was a teenager growing up in France, I wanted to leave school and have my own life. The only way I could 1 this was to work in the local paper factory in my town, or get married. I was very nervous when I told my 2 I wanted to leave school. I thought he would say, “No! You are going to college.”I was very 3 when he said, “OK. Let's go to the paper factory.”
Two days later, he took me to the factory. I imagined everyone to be friends, 4 together and having fun. I even imagined there would be music and singing. I 5 I had watched too many movies as a teenager.
When we arrived at the factory gate, my father spoke to the guard（门卫） and one minute later we were 6. I walked around the factory looking at the building, the workers and listening to the noise. It was 7. I ran back to my father and said, “I want to go home.”
He asked me, “What do you think of the factory?”
“Too bad,” I answered.
“And marriage is even 8!”he said.
I went back to school the next day thinking about studying hard 9I could get into a good college. I enjoyed studying English so I decided to major in（主修） languages at college.
Thanks to my father and our 10 to the paper factory, I now work at the United Nations and my father is very proud of me. I married a very good man and my life is much better than it would have been working in the factory!
