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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…
the students to come to class, my teacher Ms.Goin was walking around the room asking us questions.
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
asked my cousin to tutor me English. She taught me how to say many new things in English. The next day in school we were learning new vocabulary words and Ms.Goin picked on me to tell the class what the word “f-i-r-s-t” was. I knew the word by heart until I heard this boy screaming out, “Ms.Goin she doesn’t English”. I started to panick and my face turned red. I told myself to stop getting so frightened and to speak up for myself. I screamed out “FIRST” out loud. Ms.Goin had a impressive face on and said “Good Job Rachel” out loud. It was the first time hearing a teacher compliment me and avoid looking like the fool. In the text “Shooting an Elephant” by George Orwell, the narrator George is a policeman and is disrespected by the local people. He learns that an elephant is ravaging a bazaar. He arrives and prepares to kill the elephant. George was going through peer pressure because he realized that unless he kills the elephant, the Burmese people will laugh at him. George ended up killing the elephant. The elephant suffers an agonizing death. This relates to my real life story because I was going through a stage of peer pressure and people making fun of me. The essay “Shooting an elephant” can relate to a lot of people today. Many people go through peer pressure. We care a lot about what other people think about us. We always try to avoid looking like the fool. This is how my real life story relates to the essay “Shooting an elephant”.
I felt so nervous because everyone around me was talking but I couldn’t understand a word that came out of their mouths. When my mom dropped me off at school that morning, I almost started crying. I had a certain feeling of loneliness, as if there was no one to relate to. As a person who didn’t speak English, I was placed in E.S.O.L program at school, where I could be taught at a pace fitting for me. Making friends became a great challenge because I wasn’t able to communicate with my peers; the reason why I always felt excited about going home to my family, the only people with whom I could communicate effectively in French. As time went on, communication with my peers became less of a hassle because I could speak more of the English language. Being able to learn English in the course of four months and speak it fluently, I then begin to make real connections with my peers. I became best friends with a girl named Jazmin Ward and over the course of time I made more friends. Life began to make a little more since for me at this point. I didn’t feel so alone anymore. I even enjoyed being school more then I enjoyed being home with my
When I first came to this country, I wasn’t thinking about the language, how to learn it, use it, write, how I’m going to speak with people who are next to you and you want to talk to them. My first experience was in Veterans School, it was my first year in school here in United States, and I was in eight grades. The first day of school you were suppose to go with your parent, especially if you were new in the school, like me. What happened was that I didn’t bring my dad whit me, a woman was asking me a lot of questions and I was completely loss, I didn’t have any idea of what she was telling me and I was scare. One funny thing, I started cry because I fell like frustrate, I didn’t know no one from there. Someone seat next to me, and ask me in Spanish what was wrong and I just say in my mind thanks God for send me this person, then I answered her that I didn’t know Engl...
I remember moving to a new school and not knowing the language. Students helped me learn French and it seemed so hard at first. Sometimes, students did not always teach me the nicest things to say, such as profanity, but everything was fun and new. Teachers were very nice and understanding due to the fact that I ...
I remember my first day at the bus stop, when this very handsome guy approached me and said “Good morning, you must be new…What’s Up?” At that momement I kept looking up thinking…”Gosh I don’t really see anything up there…what is he referring to?” His name was Michael and he kept repeating the phrase “What’s up” thinking maybe I didn’t hear him. All I remember is turning red in my face and using the same phrase I had told myself many times that I was never going to use… “I don’t speak English.” When we moved here I told myself I was going to try my best however I wasn’t going to be like another one of those foreigners you see in the movies that move to a different country and make no attempt to learn the language. I also told my self that I was going to repeat every word that I heard in my brain and then later using the dictionary to find out what that word meant.
This article got me thinking. I had face situation in my life that because of my bad grammar I had let go of great opportunities. English is my second languish and I thought that as long as I knew the basic I would be ok in life. But as I got older I started seeing the pattern of negatives effects of my insecurity of grammar. My return to college open my eyes to a better potential in life just by continually a proper college education. When reading this article the wheels of my brain started spinning. The first image that pop in my head, was my children trying to mimic all the YouTubers online with their in style vocabulary. Then two little boys appear in my head, two little boys that I saw ones about 10 years ago for about 10mn. I have forgotten them, until
First day of school, not knowing or caring about anything happening in the world. On the drive to the first day of school, I felt nervous, thoughts racing through my head like race cars around a track. As we pulled into the school property, I saw everyone hustling around, trying to find to their new homeroom. My mom stopped the car in a parking spot and unlocked the car doors. I sat patiently in my car seat,, waiting for her to come and unstrap me.
That’s when the atmosphere in the room changed. I could hear my classmates whispering how it’s unfair that I have a dictionary, while they don’t and they started calling me a cheater. There was this one kid, who said the reason I got one was because I was Asian. After that day, it was terrifying walking into the classroom everyday, knowing I would be looked at in a different way. However, I knew I couldn’t let this go on forever, so I studied harder than before. I aced all my tests and completed my assignments with flying colors. Then one day, a teacher I have never seen before called me out of class to discuss something that seemed rather important. She told me I’ve been chosen out of a selective few to participate in the Gifted Program, a class that excels above Honor courses in middle school. In that moment, I didn’t care what others thought of me because I tried my best and that was enough. Now transitioning into high school, I took AP courses and currently an IB Diploma candidate. I gradually embraced my heritage and who I am, from becoming a member of my school’s Vietnamese Student Association to volunteering at the Wilston Vietnamese Senior Citizen Center, where I improve my language skills and expand my knowledge of my culture day by
People tend to take their legs for granted. While the other girls in my school were fawning over the football players’ muscles, or their perfect hair, I was jealous of their legs. Their functional legs. It's pretty crazy to think of a 15-year-old learning how to walk, but that’s exactly where I was. In a gym full of colorful mats and loud children, all I could focus on was the heavy Polish accent of my physical therapist urging me to trust myself. I took three whole steps. I started to get over confident, thinking that I could walk way more than someone who had a three-year gap in their walking practice should. I took four more steps. I looked up at my therapist for reassurance and a slight nod of her head encouraged me to keep going. Left.
a bath. Then we watched a little more tv together and then my sister and me started packing a bag full of stuff we can do in the car on the way to Texas. When we finished we went to bed and it is like 9:00 at night. In the morning at 4:30 we woke up and we brush our teeth and got into some comfy close if we wanted to or we can stay in pajamas and my sister and me stayed in our pajamas and our dad and mom got into comfy clothes and we packed are car and got blankets and pillows and we got into the car and we left and it was about 5:00.
Emerson is correct that if one wants to grow ones will have to get out of that comfort zone. If one already mastered something and not trying new things that person will never grow as a person. Exploring to new projects, to new places , and to new people will help ones grow. Just doing the same thing repeating will get exhausting and not exciting .
I can divide life into two parts: The part before I went to the temple and the part afterwards. I suppose everyone could do that. On September 19, 1998, I went to the temple for my own endowments. I read my journal entry from that time and it did not do justice to what I actually experienced at the temple. I went through so many emotions and had so many questions answered that I had kept to myself.
As a child, when I got upset my response used to cry and refuse to talk. Now a day as adult, I don't cry that often, but I have the patter of maintain salient, so I grow up keeping that behavior with me. The first time I suffered anxiety of separation was when I started school; I do remember those first day clearly. I cried very loud, I got frustrate, and I didn't want to come back to school. This first week was terrible for me, for my mother, and also for my teacher. Fortunately, my teacher was very professional and keep calm. My mother tried to talk to me, and explain that she had to leave, but she come back for me at noon. When I was a child I was not very good at making friend; even though I was a friendly girl, I had to deal with that
I had a very strong interest in what the future held for women in science, because I wanted women to be able to make multiple accomplishments like men did in the science category. Throughout the time of being alive I made a speech about how I wanted women to make a great impact with being in science for the future. I can only image what the future is like now for women, I suspect that women have many more jobs in multiple categories than before. However I do know that some of the friends I had were also making an impact on the world already, changing it and showing how it can be different. An tremendous amount of citizens probably would have disagreed with all the things that women wanted to have changed or do. Honestly I do hope that women
This last year has been a roller coaster, in a year I’ve learned more about myself then I have all my life. I’ve grown up and learned that nothing is just handed to you everything takes at least a little effort and it’s all about how much you're willing to give. Looking back at the beginning of this year I remember looking at my schedule for the first time and thinking about everything I had to accomplish and honestly sadly I can’t say I did my best in everything. I went through a really rough patch when i was diagnosed with severe depression and it set me way far back and i didn’t exactly give it my all in getting back up there in school.
My education began in fifth grade, my parents moved from one location to another. It wasn’t easy for me, because school was the first place I ever got to interact with other kids. Before school started, I was pretty much kept indoors and not allowed to have contact with other people, except for my family members.