I can still remember that feeling I had experienced when my mother had told me We’re moving to America. I felt as if time had stopped and I didn't know what to Think. I couldn't decide whether this life-changing sentence was something I should look forward to or something that will cause me to face more problems than rewards. However, to tell you the truth, I was more excited rather than being in a panic. Nevertheless, I could not bear the fact that I will no longer be able to stroll along the beach minutes away from my house or watch my favorite cricket players dominate the teams of other countries.
After spending nine years in Pakistan, I moved to an environment that was totally different from the one I came from. I knew that this would be my biggest hurdle I would have to overcome. As a new 4th grader in a place where Pakistanis were rare, I felt as if I was invisible in the classroom. Being a novice in English, I was looked down by other students and was not well received. I sat quietly in class and tried not to look at anyone; yet, the others talked to each other while watching me and started to laugh. I can still hear that evil laugh. I could still remember the times when the teacher used ask, "Who doesn't have a partner?" and I would be the only one to raise my hand. I was often upset, feeling that there would be no light at the end of the tunnel.
However, I continued walking through the tunnel, knowing that light will finally be visible. As the second semester approached, my communication skills slowly started to improve. As a result of this progress, I started to enjoy the ability to converse with my classmates. Soon, I made more friends and noticed that I actually enjoyed going to school. Cricket was no more my favorite sport; now, I enjoyed playing the "American" football and basketball. To this day, I continue playing these sports and supporting the Ravens and Lakers.