I am six years old and on a plane to the uncertain future that lies ahead of me. Amsterdam, shortly after arriving I am walking in the hallways of The British School of Amsterdam. This was frightening ordeal as I knew no english, so walking in on my first day was the equivalent of jumping in the pool to learn how to swim. Three years pass very quickly as I pick up English and move advance through school; in no time our visas were about to expire. Now we were faced with a decision, move back to the Czech Republic, or go out even further out into the world and move to the United States. This decision weighed much heavier on my family and myself as we would be moving five thousand miles from home. As we arrive in New York I see, for the first time, buildings that stretch out to the skies. It was not only the buildings that were larger than I’ve ever seen, everything from a jar of peanut butter larger than my head, to the enormity of the entire country seemed overwhelming to me. At the time I did not know how great of an impact moving to America would have on me. I began school in Chatham about a month after moving, and it was towards the end of the school year and I was the new kid. I didn't know anyone which alone was intimidating, but add on difficulty …show more content…
At the time I saw this as senseless cruelty, but later on I understood why this happened to me, but I also learned that judging people based on where they come from or how they talk can have a devastating impact on them. Everyone tries to be liked by others and have friends, but it can be very difficult for them if they are new and from a different culture. I have experienced this myself and that's know to value everyone’s input and to take the time to hear them out which has in experience always led to good