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Things have been changed little by little once I knew I was accepted to join this project. After three years of medical student life, now it is coming to a turning point-----"I will fly to the States to study for a summer" that is what I talked to myself beforing landind in United States. My flight was on 3rd, July, which is almost one or two weeks later than any other classmates because of the Emergengy Medical Training which required a whole June to participate in. I took taxi alone to Taoyuan International Airport to take American Airline shuttle flight to Tokyo----It was the first time I took flight and transited on my own. My feeling was complex, with the coming of cheerfulness blended with the anxiety of uncertainty like I was heading to the place in nowhere-----flying to the States was all I dreamed of, wasn't it? But more challenges seemed to coming along the halfway before I finally tasted the fruit of achievement and success. My flight took me across the Pacific Ocean, landing at Chicago for the second transit. Half hour before the bell of midnight rang, my last flight to Boston Logan International Airport hovered above the Boston Harbour aligned to the Atlantic Ocean and the outer Island where airport lies. Thousand of houses lightened up the whole plain like millions of stars painted in Vincent van Gough's painting. I tried evrything I could do to look at the ground only not to scretch my hands to grab the light. It was breathtaking. "This is an amazing adventure!"I talked to myself. When I was seeking for my luggage at the baggage waiting area, a kind lady walked by me and said "is this ChengHan?" with a gentle smile hanging on her face. That's Ms.Chang, the assistant secretary of Oversea Affair Center, the most expperienced person that has been working for the center for more than fifteen years. Later she drove me to my dorm along in the mednight on Storrow drive, a fast path from central Boston to Fenway, silently aligned to the river bank of Charles river. The Charles river basin is quienscent at the night, the light from Cambridge barkling like pearls spreading on the level of sea that was so tender and soft. That is my first impression to Boston, a sleeping beauty with all sort of romance perching on the Atlantic Ocean. We arrived my place, where is next to Fenway Park, the Red Sox stadium that can accommodate more than two thousand people at once. I lived in an apartment along the busiest street in Boston. It has perhaps seventy years of history, probably built before World War Two, equipped with a freaky elevator like cage that has TWO doors to open at a time----the first door is used for safety concern in case some people falling to the dark tunnel deep into basement, while the second door has flexible iron bars that can trap passengers within. It could be more precisely described as the one shown in old movies as the murder scene or somewhere haunted. Though it is old and no air-conditioning, it fits perfectly to the ordinary style of 50s or 60s' American apartment. Everything started all of a sudden when the sun rose in an ealry four o'clock in next day's morning. It was 4th, July, the Independence Day. The climate in east coast is just like how we felt in Taiwan or eastern China, where great ocean and land come together that brings about the constant phenomena that elevation in heat causes water to vapor from the ocean that becomes the main supply for the rain in the end. Summer is hot and humid in Boston similar to how I felt in Taiwan, and I believe New York will be more terrible. Gloria, one of my senior in Boston group, suggested us that we could enjoy the food in Quincy market and attended the conventional gathering of Boston Pop Symphony and the Independence Day fireworks to top a day off. We walked from the Massachusetts General Hospital through downtown to Quincy Market where is famous for its seafood. We served ourselves a bowl of salad and some shrimps in the end, then we went to see the Boston Pop performance on the riverbank. Boston Pop is a music event for the celebration od Independence Day. It was composed of symphony and other orchestra to blend together to play songs like "National Anthem" and "Danny Boy" to commemorate the birth of America. That scene trembled me. Thousands of people stood in front of a big arch and all waved their starry flags with their mouth singing out loud and body swaying with the beat and melody. They were proud of being a part of the America and they devoted their whole life for their home country. It was a representative of union, honor and loyalty that seemed everybody have put the paith of Independence Treaty in mind even it was signed 250 years ago. Time flew very fast. I attended the class “International Business Environment” at Boston University. Our professor, Earl Rideout, used to run his career life in eastern Asia and visited his guests from Japan, Malaysia, South Korea, Hong Kong and Taiwan. He lectured his lessons with a text book called “Global Business Today”, which contains chapters of tariffs, foreign investment, monetary effects, corporation marketing strategies. Each chapter lectured several important concepts, and each concept is accomoanied with more than one side cases and stories to make conceptual ideas more comprehensible. Besides text books, we were required to take studies of real cases that happened in McDonald or Zara. These cases recorded the events when these corporations were going to stretch out and expand its business oversea. Company would then consider the foreign nation’s economic environment, compared their business rivals and evaluate the potential market in the targeted country. Thus strategies had been put into practice. Professor designed certain chapters to preview before each class, and then took the cases to discuss and brainstorm with us. For me, who did not have the simplest financial basic knowledge, it was hard for me to follow up with other classmates. When they started to talk about their personal opinions, I was trying to understand all the specific terms.