Personal Narrative: Growing Up In High School

Growing up I never had time for anything. A normal teenage boy would’ve gone out almost everyday or just partied , what I basically , mean is that they would’ve been very outgoing and social. I on the other side I was a boy who didn’t had time to hangout friends , had to handle with work , school and sports. Waking up at 6 in the morning take a shower , change and by 7 had to get out from my house or I would’ve been late to school. Always had to walk , in the rain or snow it didn’t matter I had to walk because my older sister needs the car for her to go to college. After I get to school I had to do my do now for physiology and always trying to understand the class because I really don’t like science , but I had to try my best to get a good

I go to my class I expected that I was the only kid that was not Japanese but I met a friend who was from Brazil his name was Andre. I know we don’t speak the same language but we could understand it a little bit because it kind of sounds the same.I had lunch and after lunch we had to clean the school , this is something different schools from here in United States and there in Japan, the students are the ones who clean the whole school. I had to clean the bathrooms and the stairs, after that I had my first class of reading , I couldn’t read anything at all , they took me out from the class and took me to a class where the people who did not know how to speak Japanese. I go to that class and there were 4 people , 2 of them knew how to speak Spanish , other one was Andre and the other one was a girl from Russia. My teacher knew how to speak 8 languages, Spanish , Japanese , Portuguese , Russian , English , French, Chinese and Tagalog fluently. It took me a year to learn how to speak Japanese. They took me out from the program and I got to take normal classes with others, after that I had to deal with bullying. All of the Japanese people calling me “gaijin” which it means foreigners and non Japanese. When I had one japanese friend they didn’t let my friend to hangout with me because I wasn’t japanese. Years went by and I was in 7th grade I walk through the hallway and hear people screaming and I feel that the school was moving. It was an