The knee injuries I got but never wanted Imagine you’re back in the 7th grade. It 's spring sports season and you 're finally able to be on the school 's softball team. There are no tryouts, so you make the 7th-grade team. You 've played softball since you were in the 3rd grade and tee-ball prior to that. You play catcher, third base, and really want to be a pitcher too.
Softball has always been very important to me family. My mom played in college and both of my parents played when I was growing up. My sister and I both started around the age of twelve and played all throughout high school. I decided to go a step further like my mom and play in college. I was so excited to meet all kinds of new people and play the game we all love, but I never thought it would be as challenging as it has been for me this year.
When My mom decided to move to USA from Pakistan because my dad business was here. I was really sad I didn't want to leave my country because all my friends was there and I was also scared that I would not be able to adjust and adapt to American culture. When I first came here everything felt so different the food, the language, the way people dressed, etc. So when I started going to school here and it was my first day I felt like I did not belong here because I could not speak the language and I thought I would never be able to learn English. So when I came back home from school, I told my mom I really wanted to go back to Pakistan because I feel like I did not belong here.
It was fall of my eighth-grade year, and I couldn't wait for basketball tryouts. I had been practicing all summer trying to prepare for my first basketball tryout. Then I heard the school bell ring meaning tryouts was in ten minutes. Nervously, I walked into the gym and saw a lot of kids trying out who have played their whole lives; then the coach blew the whistle and we all started warming up. At the end of tryouts, I thought I played great and I was excited to come back for the second day of tryouts the next day.
It has been strongly carved into my mind since that time that it is hard and painful that I cannot communicate with words. However, during that time, I became the same student as who attends the American school. The touching different culture was very fun to me. From that moment, I understood that seeing a different world in me is a joy of life for me. If you make an effort, you will be rewarded.
Raised all my life in Puerto Rico and then transferring to America was a great challenge. I had to overcome various difficulties in order to adapt to new ideas, cultures, and lifestyles. One of the obstacles I encountered was adapting to school. Since I was five my parents wanted me to imbibe the English language in order to have an exceptional future filled with opportunities, but when I arrived all my hard work in learning English did not seem to matter at my middle school. I arrived in this country thinking I was going to be in the most challenging classes and be at the top but reality smacked me in the face the first day I entered eighth grade.
They slept and ate in uncomfortable places purposefully chosen to be as far as possible from their old homes. Personal relationships were discouraged, so were expressions of affection. People soon became weak from overwork and starvation, and after that fell ill, for which there was no treatment except death.Not only were those who died were dehumanized. People who escaped murder became unpaid laborers, working on minimum rations and for impossibly long hours. They slept and ate in uncomfortable places purposefully chosen to be as far as possible from their old homes.
When we were going there or got I woke up for 2 seconds and passed out again for the rest of the night. My mom took me in, and I got my stitches under my eyebrow. The doctor gave her something so she can take out my stitches. I didn’t know how it looked like when we got home. When I woke up I was shocked because I didn’t know what happened last night.
At first the four students just wanted some lunch but when they went to go order they refused to serve them. This resulted in the 4 students protesting and sitting at the lunch counter until they were served which turned out to be a little over 5 months. Once other people found out about this many other african americans and even some whites joined. Eventually they had to serve them because it was slowing down their business and they were losing a huge amount of money. The african americans were able to get served and broke some of the segregation laws in other restaurants, stores, etc.
I have learned that the boy you think you 're in love with in junior high may stop talking to you in high school. I have learned to always give people a chance because it 's the person you never thought you would be friends with that could end up being your best friend. I have also learned that coming from a wealthy family or being a star athlete can get you a long way and help get you out of trouble. One of the most important lessons I have learn is to stop caring what people think of you because there will always be someone who doesn 't like you and some people are always going to talk about you behind
“This says you got 98 out of 200,” his mom quietly said. You could tell it killed her to tell him. “So I failed, and can’t get into a college?” he said fighting back his tears. He looked up to try to stop the tears from flowing, but it didn’t work. He was a wreck his mom was to saddened to see him like this.