Narrative Essay About Studying Abroad

Growing up in a family where everyone had mindsets of traditional Arabs was hard, especially when you and your parents are the odd ones out. In a family that always belittled you and never made you think you could do your best because you’re a girl who came from such open parents will eventually catch up to you. My parents however would ignore this, being people who have lived abroad for some many years. They would my brother and I to do whatever made us feel good about ourselves. Ever since I was about 10 years old my father would tell me to do my best so that I could be able to pursue my dreams of studying abroad and pursuing the major I wanted.

When I got to my last year of middle school my future plans were suddenly taken seriously. People,

In our school it was known that the counselor would call you in the first couple of weeks to discuss future plans with you. That week all my friends were being called in, for some reason I was nervous of what was going to happen. Finally after weeks of tortures waiting my turn had come. I was called out of class; I remember the walk to the counselor’s office was the longest thing ever, even though it was just a few doors down from my classroom. I walked in and the first thing she asked when I sat down was why were my grades like this and acting like a normal student who didn’t want to blame themself, I blamed the teachers and our curriculum and that it was too difficult. After discussing what I wanted to do and how I wanted to set up my schedule she asked the one question I was dreading to hear, where I wanted to study. Standing there all I answered with was here, referring to Kuwait. The counselor, knowing the history of where my parents had studied was very surprised and all she answered with was, “ You know I’m always here if you ever want to talk”. After that talk I continued slacking off and getting the minimum grades that would be able to pass