Personal Narrative: How English Changed My Life

Imagine a scene straight from Matilda, but even better because I looked like harry potter being so pale and having the same style of hair that sat on top of my eyebrows. That was the 6 up to 8 year old me that sat in the corner of the classroom that didn’t speak English fluently yet, but understood how to read from the big textbooks that were all based on insects, from there on reading changed and continued to change my life as I knew it. Going back to the earliest memories I have of reading and writing for me, it was Spanish that I learned first at the side of my mother that taught me all the vowels and rewarded me along the way as I made progress. As my Spanish kept improving on a daily basis, I continued getting better and better until

Although some of it was bad it was a start, and overall I could have conversations more easily, but just in case that I forgot a word I had to think a while to translate the idea of a word because the way would have conversations was known as Spanglish. Where it would be a combination of Spanish and English, and as I learned more and more English the ratio of English to Spanish gradually became greater and greater until the ratio fully disappeared and I became fluent both languages by the age of

It was a silver microscope with plenty of instructions on how to use it and what all of its features were. Since of that moment, I dove into the scientific world and all its’ wonders that surround us. The following week I went to my teacher and she explained everything I didn’t understand about the instruction manual and where I could find books that would let me understand more about anything I could study under a microscope. Until I found a book all about bugs and for my tiny hands it was a ginormous book to read that also had pictures much like the current books they would make us read. As for what I called my “experiments” (seeing weird bugs under a microscope) I read more on insects, especially local ones I would find a lot of in my garden or in the basement. I even learned that the complicated names the insects had in parenthesis were in a language called Latin, but I ignored that immediately thinking two languages were already too much for me to handle. Without paying attention to it, and being stubbornly stuck on my favorite science books, my reading got better over time and soon enough I was at my own reading level that was meant for my age. It was an everyday thing now, where I would read continuously for an hour on a particular insect that I captured in the morning and would then smash it so it would stop moving and I could