My Personal Narrative

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As we drive down 5th avenue, i got a sudden rush of anxiety and curiosity about my new school. When my dad pulls into the parking lot and we get out of the car, i see a woman waving at us as she approaches to greet me and my dad. The women takes us from the parking lot in the back to the front of the school. As we turn the corner to face the front entrance the school resembled an old church building with light and dark brown bricks. I walk through the doors of the front entrance into a bright, yet cold hallway. I walk down the hallway into my new classroom, uncertain about my future. I was born on March 10th 2000 in my home country, Pakistan. I lived in Pakistan for the first 8 years of my life. I was blessed to grow up around loving parents and a loving family. All my past memories of living in Pakistan consists of being spoiled and playing with my cousins all day without having to worry about a single thing. Little did i know that my life was about to completely change when my mom told me that we were going to move to America to life with my dad. We left Pakistan and arrived in America on May 21st 2008,and after 3 months, my dad enrolled me into 3rd grade. …show more content…

I knew little to no english so i had no idea what the teachers were talking about and when i got homework, i did not know what to do or even what it was asking for. Since i did not know english, my school required me to ESL classes which helped but was not progressive enough for me to catch up with the class. My parents would always help me when they could but they could only do so much considering that they never went to an American

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