Personal narrative
I remember that day better than I remember what I ate for breakfast this morning. I woke up like any other day at 7, except it wasn 't any other day, it would be the first day of School for me in an American school. I was partly excited, partly nervous. I had put on an outfit that my mom told me to put on. When my brother and cousin were both read we all made our way to the bus stop with our parents. As soon as I sat down I felt nauseous, back home I used to get really bad motion sickness from buses. I immediately started a conversation with my cousin to help distract me.
My cousin helped me get to my class and soon left to go on her own. I entered and the teacher immediately greeted me, she knew I couldn 't speak English so she led me to my assigned chair and said something which I didn 't understand but I still smiled and nodded. I was sitting in one chair that was grouped together with three other, all around the room they were all like that.
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I sat down on the couch with my cousin and watched the cartoon that was on with her. Later that night I asked my parents, my aunt, and my uncle to buy me books so I could learn English. There were some books already in the house so I started with tho. I climbed into bed and my aunt sat with me and helped with the words I didn 't know, which was a lot. It was a very slow process it took many nights of struggling through a book with a sentence on each page but in three months I had achieved my goal. Still, it wasn 't enough for me, I had always been the number one student and that was something I had always been proud of. So I continued to improve and read more and more, over time my love for books grew so much that I would stay up for hours at night reading until my parents had told me to go to sleep. The next school year everyone complimented me on my improvement, I was happy but I wanted to be