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Narrative Essay About Moving To America

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Starting school in a new country is not an easy task. A lot of trouble comes with it besides having to learn a whole new language. Adapting to a new school system is hard. Adapting to a new society and groups of people is hard. Many people give up and just go back to their country, I know this because I had to do it.
I was born in California, at the age of 3, I moved to Mexico City. I was raised there, up until the age of 14, I learned everything in Spanish; Math terms, Science terms, etc. I was obviously used to that school system. One day I wasn’t allowed to study there anymore due to not having Mexican citizenship. The only solution was to move to the U.S. and continue my education there.
The day came in which I had to move to the U.S., …show more content…

When I started these ESL classes, I was kind of bullied, the reason being that most of the other ESL students came from the north of Mexico, whereas the City of Mexico is in the middle, more south. For that simple reason they would make fun of my accent, my color, my height, my people’s customs and words. Having to deal with that everyday, almost made me want to go back to Mexico once I had fixed my Mexican citizenship. But one day, this guy named Jay approached me when I was eating by myself at lunch, he was mexican too. He spoke perfect English and was really smart, he introduced me to his friends which were mostly white, but partly Mexican too. They inspired me, they helped me, they made me realize that not every person is the same, that a whole race can’t be blamed for the behavior of a couple of …show more content…

I started studying English even in my spare time. I had one goal, and it was to get out of those ESL classes. With a lot of work, I skipped a whole level of English by the end of Freshman year, I remember the teacher calling my dad and talking to both of us. She was telling us that my scores were high enough to skip a level of English, from Pre-emergent to intermedium. She did not recommend me doing this because I might have tested out by luck and it was going to be hard. I’m not going to lie, I did get scared for some reason and wanted to just keep the course the way it was meant to, but my dad did not let me, and I am so thankful for that. By Junior year I was already taking normal classes, so I skipped two levels in total, and with the help of the night school program, I was able to graduate on

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