When I was twelve, my parents moved

When I was twelve, my parents moved out of London to a small village near Oxford. I was the only Asian girl in my school and I suddenly felt a bit lonely. I became a typical difficult teenager - I hated school and I thought all the would was against me. But two important things happened. I realised that being funny was the best way to make friends. Perhaps if we'd stayed in London I would never have learned how to bee funny And then I had a brilliant Art teacher, Mrs York, who encouraged me to go to Are College. I would probably have left school as early as possible, if I hadn't met her.
However on the day of my college interview in bate,I woke up late. I left the house wearing two odd shoes and didn't notice that my bottle of chocolate milk had spilled all over the paintings in my bag. then when I finally got to the station I got on the wrong train Who knows... if I had gone to Bath that day I might have become a professional artist. But I went to Swindon instead I told the woman next to me on the train about what had happened and she sat and cried with laughter. It turned out she was the producer of a comedy programme on the radio. To cut a long story short, I got an invitation a week later to attend an audition for the show... and the rest,as they say, is history I'm very lucky-my life has been full of happy accidents

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Quan tenia dotze anys, els meus pares va traslladar de Londres a un poblet a prop de Oxford. Era la noia asiàtica només en la meva escola i de sobte vaig sentir una mica solitària. Em vaig convertir en un típic difícil adolescent - odiava l'escola i vaig pensar que tots els vols era contra mi. Però ha passat dues coses importants. Em vaig adonar que sent divertit era la millor manera de fer amics. Potser si s'havia quedat a Londres mai hagués après com abella divertit i llavors feia un brillant professor d'Art, Mrs York, qui em va animar a anar a la Universitat són. Jo probablement hauria deixat l'escola tan aviat com sigui possible, si que ella no havia conegut.No obstant això, el dia de la meva escola entrevista a Arge, em vaig despertar tard. Vaig deixar la casa portava dues sabates estranys i no va notar que el meu ampolla de xocolata amb llet havia vessat pertot arreu les pintures a la meva bossa. llavors quan finalment arribava a l'estació de portava en el tren malament qui sap... si m'havia anat al bany aquell dia que podria tenir esdevenir un artista professional. Però jo anava a Swindon en canvi em va dir la dona al meu costat al tren sobre el que havia passat i ella es va asseure i va plorar de riure. Va resultar que era el productor d'un programa de comèdia a la ràdio. Per fer el conte llarg curt, que vaig rebre una invitació una setmana més tard per assistir a una audició per a l'espectacle... i la resta, com diuen, és història I sóc molt afortunat-la meva vida ha estat plena d'accidents feliços