The American Experience In 2008, I had a bitter-sweet moment with the prospect of relocating to America. I was quite shocked at the time because I had to leave everything behind and start a new life abroad. My parents were the ones who organized the move, and so I was obliged to go. I skipped school because I needed rest before the long journey. My friends and classmates were surprised because we were approaching the final exams. I told them of the new trip abroad. On the day of travelling, my relatives escorted us to the airport. The flight was delayed for over three hours because of some unknown reasons. Due to the delay, there were chaotic scenes at the airport as some passengers demanded to be refunded for their tickets. Inside the airport, it was hot and humid and the more the people yelled, the more it got hotter in there. Finally, we boarded the plane. It was a long flight of around 18 hours, which took us through Tokyo before heading to America. The airport in …show more content…
I had never experienced such cold freezing air in my life. My grandfather was jubilant when he saw me. He took me around the city to familiarize myself and feel the American Dream. After two weeks, my "holiday" was cut short because I had to begin school. At first the school seemed nice, but it later turned out to be a nightmare. The staff in the school worked hard to integrate me into the system, but, on the other hand, the students made life difficult for me. When I first walked into the classroom, they looked at me as if I am an alien. They started laughing and pointing at me, which made me uncomfortable. The teacher was in the class, but the students continued laughing. Afterwards, the teacher introduced me to the rest of the class. When I looked around, I noticed I was the only Asian in that room. The class was hard for me because I did not understand English, and I failed to grasp any word she spoke. My first day in school was sad and
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Where I came from and what I remembered, America was a country of freedom, education, and a place of hope. Surrounded by these affirmatives, inside me lays many opportunities ahead. I spent most of my childhood in Thailand (a place I wouldn’t consider home), where there were very few educational opportunities for me to pursue. In addition to its lack of opportunities, its educational environment was also very poor. I was incapable of setting goals for myself and showing others my strengths.
My brothers and I, as per my father 's wishes, were to start not only a new school year but to start a life with his family and him. We slept on the floor, which I found kind of strange since the other kids slept on beds. The nights were bitterly cold in a house we knew nothing of. We didn 't have blankets to keep warm, so we improvised using jackets. We had to ask for permission to even the smallest of things.
It was my first day of high school. Because of a hurricane, school had been delayed two days. I checked my schedule, as I was starting on a Wednesday instead of Monday. My first class was Honors Spanish 2, which I expected to be the hardest, as not many freshmen took the class. It was overwhelming walking into a classroom filled mostly with sophomores; the teacher had a stern look also.
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.
"We are moving to Argentina"said my mom. Immediately I thought I do not know the language that they speak very much. Two months later on February 20 my mom and I stopped at my new school. I will never forget that day and what happened.
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It didn't take us long to get past security. It's been a long time since I've done this or been through this ever. Right after security we went to go and get bagels it was too early in the morning to be on an empty stomach. In the beginning we were so confused on where to go we always kept on taking wrong turns. We found out that we needed to take the terminal.
We left the cold and desolate state of South Dakota at 9 in the morning and arrived in the humid state of Florida at 1 o’clock in the afternoon. When we got off the plane it was really hot and humid in the airport terminal that wasn’t very enjoyable but, it didn’t defeat the fact that we were going to the most magical place in the world. After we got our luggage we walked 2 blocks to our bus which was going to take us to our resort. After
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but then they told me to have a safe journey and remember one thing when you go to the states don't ever forget us that's what they told me. I told them that I will never forget them because they were the friends who i grew up with. So I left feeling sad. Tears came down my cheeks I wiped them off and pretended to be normal. When I moved to the the U.S.
My Journey to America Moving from Nigeria to the United States permanently feels great, but at the same time it is sad leaving some of your loved ones and family behind. There are many events in life, which can change one’s way of thinking. As for me, one of the major changes in my life occurred when I moved from Africa to America. This change has entirely affected my personality positively. Why?
The water tower had Orange Beach with a Dolphin on it. We finally got to the hotel that has a balcony. We unpacked our things. We got the side view so we can have a view of the ocean and the town. The first day we got there we went to the beach.