Personal Narrative: The Day I Coming To America

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When I came to America, I had just finished 5th grade and I barely knew any English. I spend the whole summer practicing english, studying the American fashion, watching movies and traveling to amazing places. Then there was the first day of school in a totally different country. This was just the beginning. In 4th grade when was back in India, I always got really scared when the teacher called on me because I did not want to sound stupid. Whenever the teacher called on me, I always stuttered and my classmates would laugh. This made me more uncomfortable. This was when I started to hate public speaking. Every time when I say to myself that I got this, something goes wrong and the next thing you know everyone is laughing at me. I try to laugh it off, but deep inside I was sad. The most embarrassing thing was when I got beaten with a stick and that is only when I got the wrong answer to a question. We would get more punishments when …show more content…

The teacher comes to us. So if I get put in one classroom, I would be stuck with them for the rest of the year. In fact, when I was in 5th grade I got put into a classroom full of people that I never talked to before. At that point I knew that I was going to hate this year. After a month I started talking to people I did not know. Then I started talking to more and more people. Ever since then I loved meeting new people. My elective in 5th grade was Taekwondo. My Taekwondo teacher was very nice to me and I was his favorite student. We did a lot of stage performances, competition and etc. Taekwondo taught me how to have discipline. However, in the second semester my mom told me that we were going to the United States of America. I was starting to make a lot of friends, although I was excited to go to the states as well. My teachers were very nice to me and gave me a lot of good advice and after all I thought they hated me. I was extremely sad to leave my friends and my

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