Personal Narrative: My Life In The US

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There was once a five year-old girl who didn’t know what the word “paint” was. She probably wasn’t the only little girl who knew that word, but for her it more than not knowing a simple word. It was the fact that she couldn’t tell her teacher that, that was what she wanted to do. Then she saw another girl beside her doing what she wanted to do, so she mimicked the other girl so that her teacher could know what she wanted. Just like that she was learning to survive in a strange new world, one in which they spoke a language she didn’t completely understand since she spoke a different language at home. Although she was learning, she got stuck sometimes. That little girl probably wouldn’t believe who I had become and what I had achieved. However, I believe she would be proud to grow up to become, and do what I have done. …show more content…

I had no idea what my future would hold, I was just trying to figure out where I belonged. Because of having this particular past, it has molded me to become the person I am today. A student who works hard to achieve the best. One who worked to be on the honor roll every year since middle school, but only once not being on there because of a misstep. Someone who respects her teachers and appreciates all they do. Someone who works to better her community as a whole, because of what she has lived through. This is what has lead me to major in International Studies with a double minor in Italian and Portuguese. Growing up in a Spanish speaking household is what made interested about the world. I grew up learning to speak two languages at almost the same time. As a bilingual speaker I am able to speak fluently in two languages, which has prompted me to learn more. Everything about new cultures interests me, how people of different cultures live, their people, their traditions. It gives me a sense of