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Personal Narrative: My First Language Is Spanish

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I was born on February 14, 1993 in the city of La Vega, Dominican Republic and came to New York at the age of 10. The fact that my first language is Spanish placed me at a disadvantage from the minute I stepped a foot in the United States since even at the airport I was not able to communicate with the agent. My biggest struggle was school. I had a bilingual teacher, but the class was taught in English only and most of my classmates only spoke English.
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