Personal Narrative: My First Start School In The United States

240 Words1 Page
bulb-icon

Recommended: Effects of learning a second language

When i first started school in the united states it was weird seeing other people. I was born in the United states and went to Mexico to study, until I was 10 years old, I came to United States, into 5th grade half of the school year I knew some english but not as much as I know now, I still remember the first day I came to class it was test day, it was weird for me to hear English everywhere because I only heat Spanish, I didn't have a lot of friends just one, after some weeks of being there I talked to more kids, but those kids were teaching me things bad things I didn't know and i listen to them. When I was in 5th grade I got a lot of referrals then in 6th grade I got little less of referrals then I got into 7th grade and i decided to not

Show More
Related

  • Personal Narrative: My Life As A Hispanic American

    301 Words  | 1 Pages

    Being a Hispanic have impacted all my entire life; I lived 15 years of my life in Mexico I love being there because most part of my family live in Nuevo Laredo, I was cursing my last months of 8th grade and one day my mom told me that she was thinking about send me here to the U.S to start learn English; since I’m a U.S citizen and I didn't know the language of my country, I accepted. The most hard prove was live without having my mom at my side, since I live with my aunt now; when the days passed here in the U.S I started to depressed myself because I missed so much my house and all my family, one day in the middle of the night I call my mom crying and I told her that I really want go back to Mexico, but she didn’t take into account my desire my mom just explained me that it will be the best for my future and with the time I will be thankful with her for don’t let me go back. My mom, and my grandmother are the ones who motivates me to be a better student. Actually I’m in dual enrollment and I have taken AP classes; sometimes is hard for me talk, read or write in another language that the one I was accustomed but, every time I fail I get up and persist until I’m able to do what I want.

    Read More

  • Cultural Diversity In The Dominican Culture

    1729 Words  | 4 Pages

    When it was my time to go to the U.S., I was eight years old, fluently only in Spanish with a Dominican accent. You see there is Spanish but then there's Dominican Spanish, and from there

    Read More

  • Character Analysis: Angels And Beetles By Mawi Asgedom

    1015 Words  | 3 Pages

    Yes, i'm getting to that. So my mom and dad were with people learning english and they were getting pretty good at it. they know the basic of english people could understand what they were saying so that they can be a legal U.S citizen. To become a U.S citizen IT usually takes about three to four years so it was a very long process. So while the were getting they were becoming U.S citizens were having a hard time at school because we did know any english. So we were having a terrible time because nobody at school spoke arabic but we had to learn english like our mom and dad. Our mom and dad wanted to take us out of school but they wanted to become a U.S citizen before. So they can teach us what we need to know like how to speak english. So I had to be in a school where we slowly learnt some

    Read More

  • Mexican Culture Essay

    594 Words  | 2 Pages

    I was so close to my Mexican culture that when I was actually exposed to the American culture it was like I was from a foreign place. When I started to get used to the American culture and started becoming an “American” I was sent to Mexico to a Mexican rodeo camp. There I was with people that had the complete different ideals than what I was just getting used to. I went through the exact same thing that I had went through in America. I was found in this big mix-up.

    Read More

  • Speaking Spanish in the USA

    1401 Words  | 3 Pages

    As a child, I had to navigate from an English-speaking classroom to a Spanish-speaking home. At eight in the morning I was given instruction in English by my professors at school. After three in the afternoon at home, I engaged in Spanish conversation with my mother, father, and siblings. When the summer vacation came around, it was back to speaking Spanish only, and then I regained the Mexican accent that had faded away during the school year. My experience learning English was different from what earlier Spanish-speaking generations in the United States dealt with.

    Read More

  • Learning English in the United States

    1011 Words  | 3 Pages

    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...

    Read More

  • Literacy Narrative Essay Middle School

    787 Words  | 2 Pages

    I was born in Mexico and came to California at age 4. I lived in many places such as San Jose and Madera but ended up living in Huron. I started at age 6 in kindergarten. Everything went well until second grade. The reading got harder and so did the spelling. The teacher wouldn't really help me, she would just continue class as usual. I started to not do my homework and not work in class. It wasn't that I didn't want to do it, I did want to but the problem was that I didn't know how to do it. I had no one at home that could help me due to everyone being Mexican and didn't know any English at all. At the end they sent me to a DSPS program.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: How School Changed My Life

    719 Words  | 2 Pages

    Before I enrolled into SAC, I was a non-fan of sports, nervous, young man, who heard about SAC from a friend in Upper School and has tons of hopes for Grade 9. Something was hold me back to go to SAC. , although that "something” terminated after I knew that everyone were Andrean Brothers and that's why I'm currently aiming to perfect the role of a well-rounded citizen. As they say, “Friends are the most ingredient in the recipe of life”. Friends, like Daniel Zhao, who told me about this school changed my whole life. Once I stepped on Andrean soil, I knew that I was part of something special. In addition, I never had "fun" in sports events because I thought I might get hurt. Yet when I joined SAC sports teams, I was afraid

    Read More

  • Los Acentos

    1212 Words  | 3 Pages

    My kinder garden years to first grade I was in a school in Matamoros. Then starting my second grade everything change I was going to start school at Los Fresnos Elementary. Comparing how the education system works in the U.S.A to Mexico I had to pass the TASK to be promoted to the next grade, and in Matamoros, the test was created by the professor with the materials that they covered. Also how in Matamoros every Monday you had to sing the national anthem, and here in the U.S.A was only on patriotism days. Also, in Los Fresnos, I was allowed to wear a shirt either blue, white, and red and jeans or khaki pants. While in Matamoros I only had two uniforms the one for the lectures and the gym

    Read More

  • Essay On Becoming An American

    484 Words  | 1 Pages

    Ever since I came to the United States, I have been influenced by the culture in many ways. I come from an island where there is no freedom of speech and where people do not follow their dream because they have few possibilities to achieve them. Also, people speak a whole different language. Arriving in the United States was scary; this country was different than anything I had ever seen before. I had to make new friends, I had to become used to speaking English, and It was hard to get used to the different atmosphere overall. Making new friends was hard at first, there were so many different people from different cultures and countries that I had no idea who to even talk to, but I was blessed to find my first friend in

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: What I Learned To Learn Spanish

    836 Words  | 2 Pages

    When I was a child my dad, and my grandparents taught me how to speak Spanish before I could learn how to speak English. As I continued to learn more and more words, Spanish became my first language, I spoke it fluently, and English came second. When I was ready to start Pre-K, my dad taught me to write in English other than in Spanish. It was hard to learn how to write my letters without knowing them in English and only in Spanish. I would confuse my E’s

    Read More

  • Reflection About My Educational Journey

    1423 Words  | 3 Pages

    I started Elementary School in New York, the Bronx to be more specific. Because at the age that I came into the country, I was set to enter the 5th grade. From this year until I enter college, the community in which I attended school was again in the middle to lower class area. I would have to describe my 5th-7th grades to be the most difficult times in my educational experience. This was mainly because of the language barrier that I walked into. Being originally of a Spanish speaking descent, trying to grasp the English language was extremely difficult, specially attending school with a majority of students who only spoke English. I was placed in a “bilingual” classroom, however not being able to speak and understand the language frustrated me to the point where I would corner myself and not even try to interact with others. I remember at times coming back home from school crying to my parents because I was told to read a book in English by the teacher for a homework assignment, but couldn’t because I did not understand one word. In the classroom, we were given so many materials compare to what I got back in the Dominican Republic, something that I appreciated and took advantage of. My teacher at the moment wasn’t the best, but she tried. Her name was Mrs. Santiago, handling a classroom of probably fifteen 5th graders. The

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative Essay: A First Day In A New School

    718 Words  | 2 Pages

    A first day at a new school can always be scary and nerve wrecking. Starting a new school can seem as if making new friends will be almost impossible. In the end a new school calls for new experiences and new friends.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: First Day Of School

    798 Words  | 2 Pages

    The first day of school: take three was a success. As I thought so, they were scared of me and my reputation, and I went home with a happy feeling in my stomach. They’re scared of me, I thought. I’m not the nerd that I used to be. I knew from this day that everything would change. Nothing will ever be the same, with Erik arrested and everyone trying to stay away..

    Read More

  • Significant Event

    527 Words  | 2 Pages

    There’s a lot that I remember about that first year in a U.S. I had a little bit of culture shock because Culture shock can arise when a person's is unfamiliarity with local customs, language and acceptable behavior, since norms can vary significantly across cultures. I learn that people had different ways of solving the same challenges. There people out that may suffer even more from cultural shock I think it all dispin on that age. I remember when I started school for the first. I was in the grade and everybody was speaking English and I couldn’t understand them. Not being understanding then is the biggest culture shock for me. I didn’t have any problems with the weather because I dangle out much when I was younger. I didn’t h...

    Read More

More about Personal Narrative: My First Start School In The United States

Open Document