Personal Narrative: My Literary Journey

My literary journey has been a challenging one, filled with the many obstacles derived from inconsistencies that came in life. Struggles like moving in 5 different cities, 3 different countries have taught me how to cope with various situations and adapt to new lifestyles that have been thrown at me against my will. The interesting difference between my literary journey and others in my English class is that mine spawned and grew with my practice of five different languages. Adapting to english literature was definitely the most difficult part of this journey.
I remember my first real trouble with this complex language. I was sitting alone in the humid, English classroom of my not-so-private, new private school. I recall struggling to keep

The news of my relocation hit me like a bus. It wasn’t the fact that I would have to go to a new and unfamiliar area that frightened me so much, but the fact that America meant perfecting the language of English. My cousins set the standards for me extremely high. I knew that it would be difficult to adapt to a new school, but my family explained the benefits of going to high school at Eastern. They said Eastern would provide me copious amounts of opportunities, where if I worked hard and took advantage of said opportunities, I would flourish. Still, the fear that took over essentially paralyzed me. I remember my freshman English accelerated class, My first day is still so vivid, embedded in my mind. Panic rushed through my spine as I pondered outside of the 800 hallway, walking back in forth from outside my English class to the guidance office. “Kaya ko ba ‘to? Pano kung tawanan lang nila ako?” I thought to myself, “Can i do this? What if they laugh at me?” I pondered, nervous that my thick accent and mediocre english vocabulary would land me in the back of the class, the stupid row, where the delinquents sat, the ones who didn’t care about the book and just watched the movie. This experience was unfamiliar to me. I’m 16 years old and somehow I’ve lived in 3 countries, went through 5 different schools, and spoke 5 different languages and never felt like I was unworthy of being in a class or school. I always thought that I was smart, until I faced a real challenge like Eastern High School. However, this challenge progressed my literary journey. Being comfortable with where I was academically meant that there was no growth or