Personal Narrative: Moving To The Classroom

Growing up I spent most of my childhood in Vietnam living an ordinary life. My parents were not risk-takers until they decided to quit their career as educators and move to the United States. Knowing that life in America will be challenging for immigrants, we mentally prepared ourselves to be fearless and get through every obstacle that is in our way. No matter how prepare we were, being a newcomer was frightful. When I first step foot on the land of promise, there was a mixed emotion suddenly rushed through me as a signal telling me life here will not be easy. We faced will endless obstacles and the language barrier is the most, the biggest challenge for us. Personally, I think learning a new language is difficult and requires a lot of hard
She walked us one by one to our classrooms. I remember it was so early that I had to sit in front of my class waiting for me teacher to arrive. 7:20 is when class started. My teacher, Ms. Picken introduced me to the class. At the time, I had absolutely no idea of what she was saying, but I did remember my classmates said hello to me. Some even waved their hands with a smile of excitement on their face. While introducing me to the whole class, I looked around trying to find someone like me. Ms. Picken then show me to my seat. Once I seated, an Asian girl turned around and started speaking Vietnamese to me. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief knowing that I have someone to talk to in class. She told me her name is Ha and the teacher asked her to be my translator and help me with classwork.
In class that day we covered a wide range of subjects from language arts to social studies. During my first day of class, I enjoyed math and art time not only because those are my two favorite subjects but also because I did not feel like a burden to my friend Ha.
My first day of fifth grade in America was filled with stress, on the other hand, with the help of my teacher and the encouragement of new friends, I was able to get through the day