My American Dream: Moving To The United States
American dream
We all have dreams of different kinds. To some people, the American Dream is having all that is available in this life. It means having a great job, a family and a secure future. To others the American Dream simply means having the opportunity to prove their abilities. My dream was to move to the United States, go to school and learn the English language. In this essay I will be talking about my life back in ., the steps I took in moving to United States, my struggles living in another country and my accomplishments
My name is .. I was born in .l, in a city called , a small but charming city with a lot of history. I love everything about that city. The sound of the birds in the morning when you awake, the beautiful parks …show more content…
Now that my parents had begun working it was time for me to begin my junior year in high school. I will never forget my first day of school, December 31.2001 when I attended Lawrence High School. The school had me take a placement test and the results showed that I would have to take an ESL (English as a second language) class. All those English lessons that I took back in Brazil had been a waste of my time. My advisor gave me a schedule with the list of courses I had to attend which the list itself seemed like a course I had to take in order to understand it all. My English wasn't sufficient enough to ask for assistance. No one talked to me that day. I felt left out because of my inability to communicate. Some students assumed that I did not understand them at all so, they made rude remarks about me. I understood them maybe not completely, but I knew the intent of their messages. That day I ate lunch by myself, in the bathroom, and I stayed there until my lunch period was over. I was without a friend in the world, like I was an alien who had just landed on planet Earth. That day really hit me on how much I missed Brazil. I thought to myself, 'I should be at home, with my friends talking and laughing.' As soon as I arrive home I went to bed and cried myself to sleep. The thought of going back to school the following day brought shivers down my spine. I didn't want to see tomorrow because I did not want to go back to
We all have dreams of different kinds. To some people, the American Dream is having all that is available in this life. It means having a great job, a family and a secure future. To others the American Dream simply means having the opportunity to prove their abilities. My dream was to move to the United States, go to school and learn the English language. In this essay I will be talking about my life back in ., the steps I took in moving to United States, my struggles living in another country and my accomplishments
My name is .. I was born in .l, in a city called , a small but charming city with a lot of history. I love everything about that city. The sound of the birds in the morning when you awake, the beautiful parks …show more content…
Now that my parents had begun working it was time for me to begin my junior year in high school. I will never forget my first day of school, December 31.2001 when I attended Lawrence High School. The school had me take a placement test and the results showed that I would have to take an ESL (English as a second language) class. All those English lessons that I took back in Brazil had been a waste of my time. My advisor gave me a schedule with the list of courses I had to attend which the list itself seemed like a course I had to take in order to understand it all. My English wasn't sufficient enough to ask for assistance. No one talked to me that day. I felt left out because of my inability to communicate. Some students assumed that I did not understand them at all so, they made rude remarks about me. I understood them maybe not completely, but I knew the intent of their messages. That day I ate lunch by myself, in the bathroom, and I stayed there until my lunch period was over. I was without a friend in the world, like I was an alien who had just landed on planet Earth. That day really hit me on how much I missed Brazil. I thought to myself, 'I should be at home, with my friends talking and laughing.' As soon as I arrive home I went to bed and cried myself to sleep. The thought of going back to school the following day brought shivers down my spine. I didn't want to see tomorrow because I did not want to go back to