Host Sister

My story supports relates to R_Massey's. Sometimes, it is difficult to completely know someone. I thought I knew a person before meeting her, but all my thoughts about her after our first few awkward interactions had disappeared. In eleventh grade, my school had a language immersion program where I got to live with a host family in Spain for ten days. I had emailed my "host sister" a few times before we met and she seemed to like the same things as me. But when I got to Spain, it turned out that she and I had nothing in common. In fact, when she had told me that she didn't speak much English, I thought that she wanted me to help her learn. Instead, she told me that she really didn't want to change and that I should try to speak only in Spanish so that she could understand everything I was saying. Later, she told me that I was too academic and that I shouldn't care about school so much. I even met her "friend" who she thought was "way too occupied in academics to have any fun." The friend and I connected a lot more than my "host sister" and me. By the end of the ten days, I had made a new friend, but not with the one who I had originally thought.