With the help of relatives, we learned English and from then on we felt like the world was at our feet. The feeling of being able to completely understanding what someone is saying and having the ability to respond properly became my new favorite thing. Once we learned English many doors opened up for my brother and I. We were moved from ESL classes to regular classes so that we could further our knowledge. The first two years of school in the U.S. for me were spent trying to learn English, while my classmates were working on learning to write properly.
Laconia Middle School was the local school for those that lived in Laconia. Knowing most of my classmates and having many friends I felt as though I was at a very good place in life. Attending school everyday was fun for me. I got to be in classes with my best friends, had some of my favorite teachers, worked out a wonderful schedule and played the sports I loved, but if anything middle school was especially important to me was when I began to pick up a fascination for history and also began to realize how the Bosnian War had affected me as a person. Seventh grade was the year I was asked to write an essay about my biggest fear.
So far, my life has been full of change. I was born in, India, and moved around for many of the early years of my life. I went from, Toronto, Dayton, Cincinnati, Wheaton, and finally, Elk Grove Village, in a six-year span of my life. These formative years were great for me because my parents always pushed me to do my best. Academically, I was pushed into performing the best I could such as trying my best in English class even though it was a struggle in the beginning.
I was presented with a whole new curriculum and teaching styles. Needless to say, my school grades went down since I was still adapting to a new language and school system. My first two school years in the United States were by far my worse but that did not stop me from succeeding. Even though I was young, I was able to understand what I was going through. I knew that I needed to not just put in the same effort as other kids my age but far more.
My literacy journey of learning English began when I was in grade 2. I moved from South Korea to Canada knowing just basic Letter sounds. At my first elementary school in Vancouver, I was placed in the ESL program where they tested my English level and helped me improve my literacy skills according to my English proficiency. At the age of 7, I was in preschool level English and my ESL teacher highly recommended me to get a tutor. When my parents saw how much I was struggling at school, my parents decided to take me to the English after school program.
By contrast, in English, we have to pronounce exactly every sound at the end, and one English word may have one, two, three, four, or even five syllables. In addition, I do not study English only for communicating, but also for college in America. Luckily, American teachers are very kind and lovely; they know my level of English and teach me very carefully. Also, I have studied very hard since I came here, and I have made remarkable progress in my English. I know that my English is not so good, so I try to study hard every day.
He’d say I had to move on from this for everyone, including my clients and self. He would be proud of how I’ve become a better individual since I gained the endurance to multi-task, focus, and deal with problems that come my way with less fear, especially as a single parent.” In the end the occupation of counseling influenced upon Awilda by her mother many years ago has affected her negatively and positively. She was influenced as early as 7 years old where she served as her parents translator assisting them in Dr. appointments, parent conferences, job disputes, and even writing letters for them in English learning her true calling. Sometimes she’d witness professionals or ordinary people discriminate her parents due to their limited English. Determined she told herself, “As I grow up I’ll become a professional to help others with any living issue”.
Although my grades were not always consistent, I never earned less than a B for a final grade in my English courses. Often my instructors privately told me that my papers were the best in the class and shared my work with others. My writing secured me a free trip to London and Paris with my business club as well as my acceptance into multiple colleges. I am certain my extracurricular activities, including cheerleading, volleyball, community service projects, fundraisers and employment also played a vital role in these accomplishments. Of all the schools to which I applied, only VSU waitlisted me probably because of my phobia about standardized examinations, which caused me not to perform as well as I should have on the SAT.
She gave us all of the AP rubrics, a sheet of transition words to use in our writing pieces, and she even showed us the agenda she had planned out for the rest of the year. As the year went on, I got accustomed to her teaching style and I was doing well for the first few months. As the assignments got more challenging, my grade seemed to be slowly dropping. It usually dropped .01%, but that was still something. In all honestly, I wasn’t worried as I’d always got by doing the bare minimum.
Finally 2 months later, I started school, everything was different to my country and there were people from all countries. I made new friends and I was doing so good in school, I were learning a new language, English, it was amazing. Even though,it was hard to read and speak the english i felt comfortable because in my class everyone was just learning like me. After the time passed I did it, but now i’m out of the ESL and sometimes I feel bad and less the other because almost in all my classes everyone can speak and understand English pretty good . While sometimes I don 't understand certain things and I feel embarrassed to ask for help or say that I didn 't understands.