My First Day In America

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As I opened the doors to Ps 135. I felt the butterflies in my stomach. It was the first day of school in America for me and I had been feeling nervous all that morning my mom, and my aunt I stepped inside the school. I looked inside the gigantic hallway, beautifully colors radiating from the walls and the walls covered with student work and pictures. My aunt told my mom, we had to go to the office to register me into the school. My mom told me “wait out here “I didn’t want to I wanted to get to meet all the staff. I had never been so nervous in my life Finally, I decided to ask my mom something. “Mom, do you know how to say I don’t know how to speak English very well in French?” I asked her in French. She didn’t know since she was new to the country as well. We finally got to speak with a staff member and she was very nice she explained everything and I became an official student at PS 135. …show more content…

As I got to my first class I got seated and I opened my notebook next to me was surprisingly a kid who spoke the same language as me we started talking and we slowly got have a better connection as he explained everything to me and helped me understand what was going on in the class he was my first friend… As I slowly walked to my next class I started looking at all the other kids, most were in groups and all talking laughing and smiling. I felt very small, like I was an alien who had just landed on planet Earth. I thought to myself, ‘I shouldn't be here i should be at home, with my friends talking and laughing'. But I wasn't, I was here with “them” the kids that i had no connection with, the kids who i knew nothing about and they knew nothing of me i didn't really like the school But I was willing to give a

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