Personal Narrative: My First Grade In High School
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Life was good and merry. I had friends, family, and my laughter. Growing up and born in my native country gave me a feeling like I was wanted there, like I belong there. Laughing and playing were the things I do the most. I got a nickname,”bà điên”(crazy lady), from my random outburst of laugher. I was totally unaware of something that was soon to come and change my life. I was still in grade school playing with my friends when my dad came with the principle and told me that I am going to America. The word “Mỹ” (America) would strike up interest to ears around. America was portrayed as the land of freedom and riches. It is everyone’s dream to go to there and just sniff the grass from the vast acres of land. That was their dream not mine. The news dropped like a bomb on me. Everyone kept congratulating me and telling me that I was very lucky to have that opportunity. On the plane, I sat and counted every hour it took to get to the big, unknown, land. 73 hours if I remembered correctly. My first day of 1st grade in America felt like a nightmare. I knew not a single word of English and no one in the class. Everything was in gibberish and there are humans with yellow hair. …show more content…
She is from Portugal and knew very little English. We help each other with our English and class works. While the ESL class was slowly helping me with my English, I exile in math since math didn’t need a language to understand. I was top of the class for my math skill and that made me felt so proud. The teacher called out my name to get a prize for my hundred on my minute math. I took that opportunity to make new friends with my prize. For once, I felt like I belong there with my classmates. Valentine came around and I got gift cards and candy from everyone in class. It was necessary to bring everyone in class a card but it still made me feel happy to see my name written on the card from someone
Life was good and merry. I had friends, family, and my laughter. Growing up and born in my native country gave me a feeling like I was wanted there, like I belong there. Laughing and playing were the things I do the most. I got a nickname,”bà điên”(crazy lady), from my random outburst of laugher. I was totally unaware of something that was soon to come and change my life. I was still in grade school playing with my friends when my dad came with the principle and told me that I am going to America. The word “Mỹ” (America) would strike up interest to ears around. America was portrayed as the land of freedom and riches. It is everyone’s dream to go to there and just sniff the grass from the vast acres of land. That was their dream not mine. The news dropped like a bomb on me. Everyone kept congratulating me and telling me that I was very lucky to have that opportunity. On the plane, I sat and counted every hour it took to get to the big, unknown, land. 73 hours if I remembered correctly. My first day of 1st grade in America felt like a nightmare. I knew not a single word of English and no one in the class. Everything was in gibberish and there are humans with yellow hair. …show more content…
She is from Portugal and knew very little English. We help each other with our English and class works. While the ESL class was slowly helping me with my English, I exile in math since math didn’t need a language to understand. I was top of the class for my math skill and that made me felt so proud. The teacher called out my name to get a prize for my hundred on my minute math. I took that opportunity to make new friends with my prize. For once, I felt like I belong there with my classmates. Valentine came around and I got gift cards and candy from everyone in class. It was necessary to bring everyone in class a card but it still made me feel happy to see my name written on the card from someone