I Am Spanish Essay

Looking back at my early childhood filled with several events and memories, I remember one in particular when my parents taught me my native language, Spanish. I can think of many reasons to why my parents decided to teach Spanish as my first language. One of them is that they didn’t know enough English to be able to teach it to me. Another reason is that many benefits came from learning Spanish first. Later in life, it would've been extremely hard for me to grasp the language. There were a few methods that they used to accomplish this. One, by reading books to me any chance they had and two, by giving me a literature workbook and helping me through it. Beginning at the age of eight, I would bring home a variety of books from school eager to

I noticed how everyone else progressed while on the other hand, I stayed behind, occasionally clueless of what was going on. Back then I was a quiet and shy kid too embarrassed to ask for help, I believed I could learn everything by myself. One of our hardest assignments was to write a brief story about ourselves and present it in front of the whole class. At first I doubted myself that I could write one, but I somehow managed to do so with the guidance of my older brother. The following day, I read over and over again the story that I would present to make sure I had everything down and ready. Now all I had to do was present it in front of my peers and then I would get it over with. Afraid of going first, no one raised their hand to volunteer. So then Ms. Magaña decided to pull sticks out from her cup, one after another, students went up to present. Soon I was the only one left, so I assumed I was up next. Slowly, I walked to the front of the class, everything was fine until I stood behind the podium and took a glance at my classmates. The room looked twice its size while everyone stared at me. I became so nervous that I started fiddling with the corner of the paper in my hands and avoided eye contact with my audience. Ms. Magaña gave me the signal that I could start and so I began reading, "H-h-hi my n-name is A-an-gelica and I'm ei-eight ye-years old..." Imagine how the

As soon as I reached the class, I saw her sitting at her desk grading papers. I made a faint knock on the door, letting her know that I was there. Looking up, she gave me a generous smile welcoming me. Sitting down beside her, I began telling her everything, from struggling to learn English to being mocked by my classmates. Embarrassed, I looked down at my lap, worried about what she was going to tell me next. She began by saying that there was nothing to be embarrassed about, that there are also other students who found English challenging just like me, but they were sent in a different class where they received extra help. After hearing what she needed to say, an idea popped in my head. Since those boys and girls struggle just like me, why not put me in that class. Ms. Magaña seemed to be in thought, afterwards her words felt like a weight being lifted off my shoulders. She told me that she, herself, was thinking of moving me because she had a suspicion of what was happening to me. All I needed to do was get some paperwork signed by my parents and after that I would be moved immediately. What she did for me that day, I will always remember it and be forever