Personal Narrative Analysis

I never graduate elementary school.
I arrived to United State when I finished 5th grade and going into last year of elementary school in Japan. Everything was different, the language, people, weather, buildings, pretty much all the stuff that surrounded me. I wasn’t excited to be a 6th grader in U.S because here 6th grade is the start of the middle school. That was just a part of the reason why I wasn’t excited. Another reason is that I couldn’t talk to anyone but my parents. The first week of middle school, I didn’t have a conversation with anyone or maybe I did and just didn’t understand it. This feeling of not talking with anyone made a hole in my heart. When I was in Japan I’m a kind of kid who likes to play around and joke around with

That feeling also motivated me to learn their language. I tried my best listening in class and hallway of people communicating. At home I told my parents to use english and if I don’t understand it use my native language to translate it. Gradually, I start picking up the words that coming from people's’ mouth. By the end of first semester, I was able to start a conversation and answer questions with a complete sentence. Holes in my heart start filling and feeling somewhat like I was before in Japan. However, I still felt isolated. Everyone is taking different classes because my schedule is mostly ESL class. At the beginning of the year, ESL class is one of my favorite class of the day because the class is set for students that do not speak english as their native language. I was able to understand in that class but I always wondered

The response was “yes and come whenever you need any help”. My teacher was happy because their goal is to get a student, like me, ready for the regular classes. I got so excited, but that was just the beginning of me realizing how I underestimated those classes. My first class was science and went into class with smile on my face. As the time pass my smile starts to fade and by the half bell my smile was gone. I was overwhelmed by how fast the class was moving. All I could do was listen, on the other hand, other students take notes while listening. My motivation went down, and I start asking myself “why did my parents decide to move here? I don’t even understand the language?”. The rest of the classes went similarly. I stayed up late keep wondering about the same question. Next morning, I decided to stay in those classes just to see if I get use to the pace. By the end of the week I start to get the hang of it but still was beyond my level of understanding so I decided to go back to ESL class.
Next day, some of my friends came down to my class and ask “are you coming back? We want to hear more about you and your background”. This pass week, before the class starts I usually talk to students who sat next to me. That moment when my friends came down to see me was the first time I felt like I wasn’t isolated and felt like moving here wasn’t all bad. Without even realizing I responded them by saying, “Don’t worry,