Personal Narrative: My First Day In The US
Around four months ago, my parents, sister, and I became U.S citizens. When I ascertained that I had become a citizen, I recalled a few memories from my first day in the U.S until April 2017. The event that popped out most in my memory was my first day of school in this country. I remember the time when I woke up on this chilly day of February 2012 and started to shiver as I got out of my bed. The weather of Edison was way colder than I had ever experienced in my life. I took a shower so I could feel a little warmer, and got dressed. Later, I woke up my parents and my cousin, who drove me to school.
I entered Washington Elementary School and met my teacher, Ms. Tasca. I waved goodbye to my cousin and hugged my dad. Later, Ms. Tasca introduced …show more content…
I was not sure whether they were laughing at me or something else. During lunch, I asked those kids, "Hey, may I sit with you guys?" But not everyone is nice to new students. First, they tried mocking my accent because my accent was not American. I asked them again, and they replied with rage. They said, "No, you poor little Indian. Go eat your curry somewhere else". I took umbrage at their rude remarks.
On the same evening of that first day of school, I told my parents about what happened. My parents first ignored me as I was talking in innuendo and because they thought that I was lying. Soon, they realized that I was telling the truth after I explained to them what the two kids said to me. I reported those two boys because my parents advised me to. And reporting them would prevent other students from being racist again.
I came to accept anti-racism after hearing news of hate crimes. Many Indians and Blacks become victims of hate crime in America. A couple of months ago, a white man shot an Indian man because the racist thought that the Indian man was an illegal immigrant. A white man named George Zimmerman shot Trayvon Martin in 2012 because Trayvon was black.
Believing in Nelson Mandela means that there is justice for everyone and an end to
I entered Washington Elementary School and met my teacher, Ms. Tasca. I waved goodbye to my cousin and hugged my dad. Later, Ms. Tasca introduced …show more content…
I was not sure whether they were laughing at me or something else. During lunch, I asked those kids, "Hey, may I sit with you guys?" But not everyone is nice to new students. First, they tried mocking my accent because my accent was not American. I asked them again, and they replied with rage. They said, "No, you poor little Indian. Go eat your curry somewhere else". I took umbrage at their rude remarks.
On the same evening of that first day of school, I told my parents about what happened. My parents first ignored me as I was talking in innuendo and because they thought that I was lying. Soon, they realized that I was telling the truth after I explained to them what the two kids said to me. I reported those two boys because my parents advised me to. And reporting them would prevent other students from being racist again.
I came to accept anti-racism after hearing news of hate crimes. Many Indians and Blacks become victims of hate crime in America. A couple of months ago, a white man shot an Indian man because the racist thought that the Indian man was an illegal immigrant. A white man named George Zimmerman shot Trayvon Martin in 2012 because Trayvon was black.
Believing in Nelson Mandela means that there is justice for everyone and an end to