Personal Narrative: Moving To The United States

But, after he goes back to home, he decides to go a school again. It means that his thought is changed through his process of constructing identity, and probably his idea towards identity is changed, too. There is one more evidence that shows his way of thinking becomes different from before. In the last chapter, he says, "I sort of miss everybody I told about" (214). When he was at the school, he kept his individual identity by trying to be different from others and he despised other people.

Imagine sitting in math class, and just not being able to pay attention. The teacher is talking about something that will be very important, yet focusing still seems utterly impossible. You feel hungry and longing for something interesting, but you aren’t allowed to have the one thing that can help your situation; a piece of gum. Unfortunately, many schools don’t allow chewing gum on school property. Focus decreases and grades become lower as a result of gum’s absence, and many students lack gum’s dental benefits.

It was uncomfortable for me to be around my classmates, but everyone in the class seems to be nice to me because I was the new kid. They didn’t have problems with me and I didn’t have problems with them. As time goes on, I began to feel

While being pressured from my family to continue my education, I forget there is more to life than just school. I spend more time completing my assignments rather than spend time with my family. Having no social interaction with friends and family can lead to being depressed while isolating oneself to homework “As I mentioned, some people’s depression seems to be a direct result of their social struggles. They were fine before but have become sad and hopeless in the face of their isolation, rejection, and loneliness” (Ruiz 2). Being a college student has taken a toll on myself because I do not interact with people anymore.

If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t really care what was wrong. I was blinded by nostalgia and I focused more on the people I had just left behind than the people who had been there for me for the entirety of my life right in front of me. The six hour drive home that followed was miserable, as I refused to talk to anyone. My parents made multiple efforts to begin conversation, as they were curious how the program went. I deflected their efforts and put in my earphones, like any sour pre-teen would.

Reading was my only solace from the realities of struggling in school and not having many friends. When my reading addiction persisted into high school, I started to realize the severity of my actions, and how failure in high school was not an option. I took it upon myself to give up this obsession. Of course, I never expected my withdrawal to be easy, but I understood that the rewards would be worth it. Initially, I was always cranky because books were all I could think about.

I would talk in class but was not able to allow myself to create new friendships. Eventually I began making friends, but they did not bring me the same feelings of joy the others had, so I never allowed myself to be any closer to anyone. I would often spend the lunch period hiding in a bathroom stall crying, not because people had been mean to me or I had problems at home, I just felt so deeply unhappy with myself that I did not know how to deal with it. The sadness was then accompanied by numbness, and I finally thought of a way to deal with it. I started inflicting physical pain upon myself as a way to distract from the emotional turmoil I had been in for so long-- and it worked.

The group result was poor compared to some individual result. Our group members might have trusted eachother too much or felt shy to let their feelings out, but due to this, our team result wasn’t good enough. I believe we could improve on this part and be confident while speaking about what each of us think. It is essential to have 360 feedbacks to make a decision and for this challenge, we didn’t receive personal point of view but rather most of the members just agreed without speaking. Having analyzed these kinds of situations, I now understand how important it is to have everyone’s point of

From a young age, I knew that reading was essential to living, but had been rather discouraged from reading for pleasure, due to the environment in which reading was taught. I was put into lower level reading classes and the expectation was lower than what I knew I was capable of. Reading had become a task that meant little to me until I met my sixth grade teacher, Mr. Bassler. With his influence, reading was something brand new and exciting that was not as enticing before. The challenge that literature posed before was utterly destroyed and I became an entirely different person, the person that I am today, writing about my passion for literature.

High school can be rough! You have bundles of homework and to prepare for college. I feel like you have less friends in high school, then you do in grade school, you have all these friends and you’re always spending time together, but once you get in high school, I feel like you lose all your friends. Once you go into high school I feel you get too know who your real friends are. Try not to get too close to friends in high school because you never know if they will stick with you or they end of leaving.

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.

When there first told me I really didn’t want to move because I had a good amount of friends that I had and I liked the people around me. My parents told me its gonna be okay you 're going to make a lot of new friends at your new school. I always kept denying it because I was always the shy kid growing up. As the weeks went on and we finally moved to our new house on 1 August 2008. My mother, sister and I drove up to our new local school that was 10 minutes away from our house, the name of school was Fremont elementary school.

She didn’t know what to do. “And I suddenly had such a vivid flashback that I completely lost my train of thought.” She talked about a childhood experience with her brother Matt. I think she was trying to get the student into learning, but that got the student feel boring instead. The entire lesson, she couldn’t build connections with her students.

I just want to be their friend!” My interaction with Cedric was very limited because he was not willing to focus on the interview.

When she was around others she would talk differently than how she talks with her mother. “…all the forms of Standard English that I had learned in school and through book, the forms of English I did not use at home with my mother” (118). Throughout her story she refers to the English her mother speaks as “Broken English” because her mother would say sentences like “Why he don’t send me check, already two weeks ago, but it hasn’t arrived” (119). Her mother didn’t have much difficulty understanding or reading English. When Tan was younger, she would feel embarrassed when her mother would speak because many people couldn’t understand her well.