Personal Narrative: My School Life In American Schools

I was grown up in Vietnam, I 've had lived there for 13 years, and my family moved to the United States for better life and education. I went through a lot of challenges, but the most difficult one is a language barrier. I couldn 't speak English and couldn 't communicate with anybody in school. The school I went to doesn 't have Vietnamese and I couldn 't ask for help. I was struggling with school, and I didn 't learn anything for years.

School was tough, not in the academical sense (I aced all my subjects without even trying because of education in India), but in the social sense. I had friends, and I didn’t get ostracized or anything like that, but society in India and society in the USA are two very different things. I had trouble switching from one to the other, and my vocab was quite different, with different names for a few things. For example, soccer here is called football in India, and along with a bunch of other things like that, I got confused pretty often. But time passed, and I got

Growing up in the United States from a very young age made me stray away from my Indian heritage, so in 2008, my parents saw the need to send my siblings and me to India in order to replenish the Indian culture in us. Initially, I had no idea as to how long we were going to live in India for, but by the third year, all I wanted was to come back to New York. Everything in India was just so different, convoluted and fruitless; just because I was American, I was treated differently–both negatively and positively. Peo I didn’t like India because of how corrupt it was.

Robert H. Schuller once said “Let your hopes, not your hurts, shape your future. ”Growing up in a middle class family, I was a very mundane child; I go to schoolandgo out with friendslike most kids do, I wasn’t very into any sports, I just like playing out door. Meanwhile time passes on, and I was moved to America. Moving to the United State was a new beginning for me; becauseI have to learn everything about their culture. Sport in the U.S is very bigand popularto most people, so I startedto learn about them more and I started havinginterest

As a child of immigrant parents, my formative years in elementary and middle school were shaped by two important factors: the environment in which I lived and my background. My parents worked hard to settle into a new life in a foreign country to provide better opportunities for our family. This meant that we had to be flexible about where we lived due to relocating for jobs, and fluid about our ideas of culture. I recall the daunting nature of moving to a new city, twice, as a child. The prospect of leaving everything that was familiar to me and forming new friendships in an unfamiliar environment was a challenge.

I moved to Okinawa when I was eight months old and left when I was thirteen years. Upon my move I started my first year of high school in a place where I knew not a single person nor thing, similar to how my parents started their thirteen journey abroad. Walking through the entrance of my new school, all my preconceived notions about the school went out the window. The roaring in my ears muffled all the excited chatter as I worked my way through the dense crowd and up the dual staircase, stumbling on few steps. Waiting for the bell to ring to signal the start of the day, I came to realize that I was going to be on my own for a while, and that it would be for the better.

Having to restart my teenage life in an unfamiliar culture with people I don't know left me in an unstable place. The biggest challenge was first switching from an American public school to an American International private school then to a fully International private school, learning a total of 2 new and rigorous curriculums.

At the age of 7, I remember calling my parents in America through a crackling phone reception. I was born in America, but I spent the first 9 years of my life, living in India with my grandparents. It was a typical experience for most kids, but I believe growing up as a women in India and America has positively shaped the person I am today. My experience of growing up in both worlds has given me experience in facing adversity, opening up to new cultures and a passion to pursue my education. My first day of school in America was confusing, because in India we stayed in the same class all day but in America students changed classes.

It all started in Lake forest hospital where I was born. I then grew up in Palatine where I lived about half my life. I lived in Palatine from 2000 to 2007. That part of my life being there was very interesting, I knew a good amount of people, but I was really the shy kid of the room. Growing up school was hard for me because I had a speech problems and I couldn 't even talk till I was 4.

I have had a wonderful experience observing at Buffalo Creek Middle School so far. The teacher is excellent with her students and uses various activities to get the kids involved. One activity that was used multiple times over the two days that I was there was: Think, Pair, Share. The teacher would write a math question up on the board that went along with whatever topic they were going over that day and then she would ask the students to try to solve the equation. After everyone seemed to be finished solving the equation, it was time to pair up.

As my mother announced that our family was migrating to the United States, I entered a state of shock and excitement. I was filled with joy knowing that I was moving to foreign, that is a common slang we would say when anyone from Jamaica is moving to another foreign county. At the time I was about eleven years old, so I had no idea the major culture shock that was awaiting me. As I started to get acquainted with my new surroundings, one of the things I struggled with was school and even to this day, I still continue to struggle.

In my life, I was witness a lot of events, scene, and moment happened to me. But, I never forgot the first day that I went to high school in America. I came to America in April 2011, but until Mid-August, I could go to school. That’s day, I cannot forgot it. It was such a terrible day.

In the duration of my middle school years, I maintained excellent grades, except I had just one issue that held me back from a satisfying life. That issue was the fact that friends came very hard to me in my middle school years. Before my struggles at my middle school, Trafton, I had a very productive social life in the Elementary school I attended, Roberts Elementary. Here, it was very easy to make friends and have a great social life, since no hard work was required as a kid. Middle school, however, was a great challenge for me.

The education in the Unite States is famous in the world. Cause this reason, most of the parent hope they can send their child to studying in the states. This is why I am here studying in the Houston, Texas. I came to clear Lake when I was 16 years old; I was studying in the high school that supports house family for international student. First day in the other country supposed to be joy.

I check my watch as I race to catch my first ever Austin Metro bus home. My metro bus ride to school in the morning proved disastrous. Taking the southbound rather than the northbound bus had left me confused while waiting for the return bus and embarrassed while explaining the reason for my late arrival to school. It 's 4:33. Oh man.