Growing up in Venezuela, there was never really much cause to learn English. For years I knew nothin

Growing up in Venezuela, there was never really much cause to learn English.
For years I knew nothing past “hello,” until I started high school. For five years, I spent two hours a week immersed in understanding the verb “to be”, numbers, colors, and the difference between saying “good evening” and “good night”.
I thought two hours a week was enough time to invest in learning a foreign language. I would always get top marks, and my teachers would regularly praise me.
Even as an adult, I still thought I spoke the language, just by understanding English menus or translating common phrases.
Yep, that used to be me, walking like a queen among everyday Spanish speakers.
“Bring it on, life,” I said.
“I can handle whatever you’ve got; I’m a rock star.” But when I moved to Canada, life hit me so hard that it knocked me down. Years later, I am still recovering.
Living in a new land, with different people, new rules, new weather, a new culture and language, I was no longer a queen.
Did I speak English?
No, not at all.
So, I went back to school, thinking that it was a challenge I would conquer in record time. But the reality was different. English was more like a solid wall in my path.
Even after getting a job, it took all my courage to stop myself from hiding in the washroom during my lunch break, crying, completely overwhelmed (不知所措的) and scared.
Learning English, speaking, listening – it hurt me. Not the language. Not the unkind people, it hurt because I wasn’t good, despite my efforts.
Now, after almost seven years in Canada, I’ve decided not to apologize for my accent, grammar mistakes, or pronunciation. I’m going to chase my dreams and enjoy a beautiful, rich, and fascinating language without being ashamed.
Don’t get me wrong, my brain still screams “Give me a break!” from time to time, but that’s completely natural.
I know it’s going to take a while, but at least now I accept the person I am – not the perfect person I thought I was.
32. What do we learn about learning English in Venezuela?
A. Everyone invested a lot of time in it.
B. It could bring a lot of benefits to students.
C. Its standard was very high in high school.
D. It didn’t require much effort.
33. What does the underlined sentence in Paragraph 6 show about the author?
A. She was proud of her command of foreign languages.
B. She felt confident enough to face any challenge.
C. She delighted in all kinds of competition.
D. She looked down on others.
34. What happened after the author moved to Canada?
A. She expected to improve her English easily.
B. She regretted not working hard in English.
C. She quickly put her language talent to use.