I arrived in this country thinking I was going to be in the most challenging classes and be at the top but reality smacked me in the face the first day I entered eighth grade. To my disadvantage the counselors did not care about my previous grades in Puerto Rico. Seeing that my parents were only able to speak Spanish, the school deduced my English was not well-developed enough and consequently I was placed in English-language learner (ELL) classes. After testing me in reading, writing, and hearing I was
So I enrolled in a school, it was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life but it was not. At the beginning of school year, I did not have any friends and to make it worse, I got bullied. They bullied me on how I dressed especially my accent. Females even males were picking a fight with me. I wanted to tell my mom but I did not want her to worry.
Although she does not yet realize it, these are all factors that will shape her life. Growing up Hispanic in the United States, I didn’t actually recognize that I was different from most of my classmates until I was probably about six or seven years old. Although English was my first language, my parents would always speak to my brother and I in Spanish, especially at home and we would usually answer back in English and getting reprimanded in Spanish in front of friends was always embarrassing. I always felt so lucky to not have an accent while speaking English because even as a child I would notice how my parents or other family would receive a completely different treatment than I would. Attending elementary and middle school in Raleigh, North Carolina, my mother would often pack arepas for lunch, an unexpected option in a sea of PB & J’s.
In 7th grade, my attitude was terrible. I would talk back to teachers, yell at other students and not do my homework. My mother tried to get my brother and I to go to therapy but it never actually happened. My similarities to Hamlet 's emotions occured in middle school when I saw my father 's true colors. My mother had recently lost her job and consequently it became tight financially.
In 2013 my parents told me we were moving to United States at first I didn't want to come, I had my life already done there I have many friends all my family living near I could go and visit them when I wanted, then I start realizing that it would be a good idea to get to know a different country and other people. When I got here my thoughts were that it was going to be so difficult to get used to a new place, but actually it wasn’t. I went to many parts of the country my favorite was Las Vegas everything was beautiful there. I got to visit my family and go to other states that is one of the things I will never regret for coming to a new country. One of the things that was most difficult for me was to get used to the food it tastes different specially tortillas, cheese, corn, beans and ham but also here the food tastes really good, food that I had never tasted where I live before.
I can still remember the first year I came – fifth grade, the homeroom teacher assigned each and every group a project, and mine was “Hurricane,” I had no idea what it was and I even thought it was someone’s name. When I got to middle school, I did not only learned what “Hurricane” means, I also found out what “GPA” was, which switched my focus towards study. During that period of time, I almost went to the library every week and I would finish an English book no more than two days. I no longer had any trouble of understanding the contexts of every subject and I find it easier to maintain my grades. At the end of middle school – eighth grade, I received my first certificate of academic excellence for top scholar, which is the award for students who have the perfect
I said to myself, “I was wrong about the USA people.” After all, I got home and rest for two days. I was very afraid to go out not because I don’t like to go out. I do like to go out but I was afraid that people will … at me because I did not know how to speak English. Then I stated my high school in 2009. On the first day I was so scared to go to school.
Nobody understood why he wanted to always get the best grades,; he told them about how strict his mom was with his grades and anything below an “A” he felt like a failure. Towards the end of the movie he was able to share his story of why him of all people was in saturday detention. Briain confessed that he was failing shop class;, he only took this class because he believed it would be an easy “A” to boost his gpa. He felt so defeated that he brought a flare gun to school. The peer group saw how much Brian has to go through and it just shows that everyone has a hard life and not everyone is who people view them
The time I experienced a major failure would have to be getting terrible grades in middle school. I would be getting failing grade, not caring at all. Once I ended seventh grade, my teacher had a conference with my mom and me , and they said that if I do not get my act together then I would repeat the grade again and that I remember my teacher telling me that I have to go High school because she said it was my calling to succeed in school. After I have finished with summer school, I got everything together and getting academics straight. One Day, I got an email, that said that one of my great friends passed away, and that left me so heartbroken, I stopped getting good grades; everything went downhill, because of that incident and that I became
Whenever my friends would come to me and asked me if I could go out with them my mom would always tell me to say no because I had to study. When I was in eighth grade I had changed a little than how I was in the sixth grade, so she started being more stricter than the
I was born in Guadalajara Jalisco and raised on a small ranch called Atemajac de Brizuela. My dad left when I was small kid, but came back when I was three years old. One year later my sister was born. Once my sister was born my dad decided to come to the United States because he knew that he had better opportunities here than in Mexico. Four years after that I came to the U.S.A at the age of nine not knowing a single word of English.
I got an A on the report – the only A I ever received in her class, with the exception for a report on the country of Italy After the year was over I never saw Ms. Nail again. I started 8th grade, entered high school the following year and moved on through college, really not thinking of her much. One night a few weeks ago I was watching an old rerun of “The Twilight Zone.” “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” was showing again. 50 years later it still has an effect on me, the ending is quite violent and sudden. Perhaps some of the feelings that come up watching this movie then and now, at least for me, symbolized a changing from innocence to hard reality of adulthood-who knows.