Personal Narrative Essay: Being An Outsider In America

Being an Outsider in America
When I was fifteen years old years old, my mom told me that we were going to go to America and asked me if I wanted to go or not. America was always an interesting and strange place to me. Because my family always told me how great America is, they said that I can have a whole new life there. The conversation about America did make me feel willing to go. And I started to think about the life afterward. America is a country full of opportunity and it can provide a better living quality and better education. However, if I go to America, I would leave my family, friends, delicious food and culture behind and go to a strange place and become an outsider to learn things all over again. After long time of thinking, I decided to
I remember when I first came here, I only knew some words of English, and I barely can talk to anyone. However I was too self confidence with my English, Because I learned some of simple word everyday words in China. Such as Hello and thank you. When I moved to America, it was in the month of August, The school quarter had already halfway through. Which was a very bad news for me, because even for the local student,starting school at the middle of a semester is not easy. Not to mention me as a English learner and had no community experience with the people from other country. I remember in my first day of school here. Because, I am a new student here, the office sent a Chinese student as translator with me to walk around and familiar with the school. After few minutes walk, she took me to my first classroom, then she left. After the moment she left, I was standing outside of the classroom and couldn’t move. I was feeling very helpless and lonely. With the noise voice in the background, hearing people speak the language that I don’t know. I was standing there and didn’t know what to do. I can feel each eye in the classroom was staring at me, laughing and talking about me with