Personal Narrative Analysis

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In 2004, it was my first official time attending school in the United states. I started off as a kindergarten student at PS.215. As of today I still remember that it was a deranged day. I refused to go to school due to the new environment. It was my first time seeing so many new faces and hearing a new language I heard English everywhere I went. I had a stunned face on because so many questions started to appear in my mind. “How am I going to make new friends, “What am I going to do”? My mom walked me to class and told me you will definitely enjoy it. I took her words and went to class with tears all over my face. I found a seat and looked around the room. I saw so many people making friends except for me. Not a single person wanted to talk to me. While we were waiting for all …show more content…

Every students were able to answer her questions perfectly. I was overwrought when it was my turn to answer her question. She came up to me and asked me a question. I was completely speechless because I didn’t understand a word she was saying. I saw 20 other faces staring at me. I made myself look like a dullard. I started to hear laughters in the background. Ms.Goin tried her best to comfort me and told the class to stop. Throughout my day I didn’t say a word because speaking English was the most arduous thing to me. It was finally time to go home and my teacher took us to the playground for dismissal. I saw my grandma waiting for me at the playground and tears started to stream down my face. My grandma asked me what happened and I told her how I made myself look like a fool on the first day because I couldn’t speak English. She told me it was alright and to work harder. I went home and the first thing I did was

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