The American Dream Narrative Essay

When I was little I always had the American Dream. At the age of eleven my life was about to change for forever. Our visa to come to United States was accepted. I was thrilled to go live with my father who had been living out here since 2000; yet heartbroken for leaving family behind. After arriving to the states I was going through a culture shock. Not being a fluent English speaker, no friends, no family other than parents. It felt like I do not fit in this society. But then I got myself together and stayed determined to learn English, make new friends and basically start a new life. And there was the young, beautiful, long dark haired Indian girl graduating from Cahuilla elemantry, Raymond cree Middle school and then Palm springs high and
I percived that this would be my topmost obsticle I would have to defeat. As a fresh 5th grader in a community where there were limited south asians, it vibed as if I do not belong in this classroom. Not be able to speak or communicate like a normal American kid, I was considered lower by other classmates and was not well accepted. I started remaining silent in class and tried not to glimpse publicly; yet, the others interacted to each other while observing me and begun to giggle. I can still hear those hateful comments and laugh. I could still recollect the moments when the teacher questioned, "Who doesn't have a partner?" and I would be the only one to lift my hand. I was frequenly botherered on how I was being treated. It felt that “there would be no light at the end of the tunnel.”
Yet, I kept walking nonstop through the tunnel, aware of that light will certainally be noticible. As I got involved in school clubs in middle school and started to interact with others, my communication skills confidence gradually started to recover. As an outcome of this growth, I begun to relish the capability to chat with my classmates. Soon, I made more friends and noticed that I actually enjoyed going to