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Personal Narrative: Moving To The Classroom

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I moved to Brooklyn when i was just 9 years old. When I was 4th grade.At sunny day on 22, 2013. I was sad because I was worried language and, me making friends.and about school. I came here with my parents and my siblings.I t was April 28, 2013a day was and i felt like a nervous mess When I entered my class. It was so bright as the sun, then my teacher called one boy from my country and told him to translate some stuff at the class. He uses to help me, but at the same time he use to laugh at did not know English. my teacher was good and bad. My teacher doesn't use to help me.I had a lot of difficulties, but when i turned to fifth grade. I had the best teacher. He uses to help me with math and some other

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