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