I felt very small. It was as if I had literally been 3 into another world,and in a way I had: One day I had been at home in the suburban town where Id lived for 18 years and knew everyone,and the next day I had moved into a tiny room in a huge city across the country where I didn't know anyone. I had always thought there would be a neat 4 between my previous self and my college self, but it turns out identity is more 5 than that. It was strange to feel my past life almost 6 away as I entered this brand-new phase of my life. I didn't know how to 7 myself during my first couple of months at Penn because everything that defined me was back in California. I felt 8 from my college friends because they only knew the college me.How could they really know me without knowing what Mission Boulevard looked like late at night with the Niles hills in the background? How could they know me without knowing the friends who I had 9 to Japan with or the friends I had gone to school with since kindergarten? How could they know me if they hadn't met my family?How could they know me, or I them, if we didn't know one another's 10 experiences? A.drop B. journeyed C.unique-|||-D.define-|||-E.complex F.realizing G.disconnecte-|||-H self-defining-|||-I.drifted lying K.transition-|||-L.adjusted-|||-M fast-moving N.transported 0.lack

     I remember my first night on campus,   1   on a hard and slightly stained mattress,surrounded by four blank walls and listening  to the heartbeat of a   2   city outside my window. I felt very small. It was as if I had literally been   3  into another world,and in a way I had: One day I had been at home in the suburban town where Id lived for 18 years and knew everyone,and the next day I had moved into a tiny room in a huge city across the country where I didn't know anyone. I had always thought there would be a neat  4  between my previous self and my college self, but it turns out identity is more   5   than that.

     It was strange to feel my past life almost   6   away as I entered this brand-new phase of my life. I didn't know how to   7 myself  during my first couple of months at Penn because everything that defined me was back in California. I felt   8    from my college friends because they only knew the college me.How could they really know me without knowing what Mission Boulevard looked like late at night with the Niles hills in the background? How could they know me without knowing the friends who I had   9   to Japan with or the friends I had gone to school with since kindergarten? How could they know me if they hadn't met my family?How could they know me, or I them, if we didn't know one another's  10  experiences?