Personal Narrative Essay: Immigrating To The United States

School is an environment in which a student feels safe and not threatened, for my sister and i, our first few years in school left us scarred. As a child I always resented my family for immigrating to The United States. Having to leave the comfort and stability of my home in Ghana, at a young age, left me in a vulnerable state. I had no idea what was in store for me in the States. No one likes being taken out of their comfort zone, but that was the harsh reality that my sister and I had to face. My parents always believed that coming to The United States would be beneficial to our family as a whole. But to their surprise our enrollment in school was only the beginning of a nightmare. As an African American individual I was surprised to see

I hated going to school because I would get bullied, not just by the students, but the teachers as well.The school that my sister and I attended was a predominantly African American school. My teacher, from the moment she heard me speak, began to treat me as if i was not a human being, she seating me in the back of the class and never paid attention to me. My fellow classmates would call me “Africa” instead of by my name. The reason why my sister and I were bullied was simply because we were not from the country, our accents were thick, and we spoke little english. The students in my class found any little reason to pick on me. I resented have to go to class because I knew what was in store for me each day. My response to their bullying was to just stay silent and not speak to anyone, knowing that I couldn't change myself to please my classmates and teacher, just lived through school. My parents, not knowing the american system, had to endure the pain of watching my sister and i always come home from school upset. Day after day, all my parents could do was to give us encouraging words. Even though their words seemed meaningless at the time, they did prove to be