For the first three hours of the day, nothing eventful happened. A couple people asked me if I was new; I had to try to maintain a conversation with them as best I could. Other kids kept whispering around me, but I never could understand what they were saying. After third hour, I realized that my next hour was with Mr. Wagner, the name I had noticed on my schedule from earlier in the day. When I walked in, I quietly found my seat in the back of the classroom.
It made sense to me. I never had a moment in time where I wanted to give up in an english class because it was hard. As those 2 Failures on my transcript indicate, that was not the case for me in math. With time to look over the outcome I realized I gave up. After I was out of school for around a month after my ACL surgery it was hard to catch up but It was not impossible.
We caught the first train back to town and I was stunned by how bright and crowded it is. I’d never had a day off from work in the three months at the railroad and civilization seems so far-fetched. We began walking to the casino and Lee tried to explain poker to me and I stared at him blankly. The concept did not register until I had played. Once we played a few games with a white man, he said we should bet on something else.
One of the hardest days of my life was when I first moved to America. I studied in Canada for one year, but it was totally a different situation that there were teachers who specifically teaches ESL classes, and a host family who was really close friend to my mom. There were people cared about me when i was in Vancouver. But when I moved to America, there was no one that I knew. I had to start everything fresh all by myself.
I spend half of my life here and spend the other half there. The plane is going down, I’m here. Here to explore my new life in a new country called the United States, and a new language to master. It has been a long plane ride from China to America, but I’m finally here, here to stay with my parents. The plane had landed.
Art was such a normal day to day thing that it didn't even feel like I had any talent as an artist and I never even considered pursuing a career in the fine arts as a school student. For most of my school life I was heavily involved in sports and I have always been a physical person. It was in my 11th grade as a student of science in St. Xavier’s college, Mumbai, where I learnt that I am no good in academia as I failed my exams and got kicked out of college. Although my parents were upset, they told me that this was an opportunity to figure out what I wanted to study and maybe I should do something less formally academic. I gave my 12th board exams externally and got into a design school which had a slightly different education system than the rest of the design schools in the country at that time.
I went to my original class after, the hallway was unusually quiet and not many people were even there. Classrooms were full; I think everyone was pretty scared about everything going on, especially because anyone could be accused. Once you’re accused you basically have to admit to it or else worse consequences will happen. The whole week had been crazy. I just can’t wait to get it over with.
Narrative essay I did not attend “school” until ninth grade, or at least a physical school. For the most part I was homeschooled up until that point. I would spend all day everyday at home, alone, doing nothing. I lived in a constant fog that was so thick it enveloped me at all times, leaving me feeling drained and encompassed in a dark and alone place. From the start of middle school to the first day of ninth grade I was lost, fearful of going and doing different things or anything that was outside of my “norm.” Even just the thought of leaving that comfort zone forced my thoughts down a dim path of self-deprecation.
While I was there, I always felt different and I never really fit in - I always felt different and I wasn 't sure what was necessarily different about me. Sexuality and gender was never spoken about at my school at the time, which is something I wish would change. When I started going to my high school in grade 9,
My first day in school was horrible. I didn’t know anyone and I knew very little english, words like “may I use the bathroom, Hi, yes, no,and thank you”. The only person that talked to me the first day was the teacher I did not end up not making friends. I cried for 2 months when we first moved here I hated everything I missed my old house, my friends and my school. I was mad at my mom for making us move here and my dad for moving here in the first place.I realize now why they moved us here.
I was struggling with school, and I didn 't learn anything for years. I tried my best to wake up early to learn new vocabulary and try to speak so people can understand. It was hard for me because people were laughing at me for having an accent and couldn 't speak well. I stand up and started to learn every day, finding a good friend, and fighting for the right that I must
At first I thought the whole thing was fake in my head and didn’t believe it so I just went on with my day. Last block came about and that was my only normal class of the day believe it or not. Then I went home and nothing really happened after that. Then Friday came along, students were still goin crazy and I didn’t know what to think about that. So for the whole day I was freaking out basically, weird sounds were coming about, students we 're going home sick left and right, it was just a weird week of school.
I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.
When coming to Arcadia High School I didn’t know what to feel like, would I say frightened, worried, or energized? For this reason I decided that I felt confused. I was a bit stressed at the thought of getting bad grades. I entered school and saw what looked like a beehive of people going where they needed to go. So like many freshmen on their first day I got lost looking for my first class, it was such a big school and many of the halls weren’t even in alphabetical order.