Personal Narrative: My First Time In United States
The first time I came to United States. My first time in United States was scary but yet fun. I came over with my mother, my father and my little brother. I was only 9 years old and didn’t speak any English. My father was the only one that knew good English because he was born and raised in New Jersey. To begin with, not only was I scared when I came to United States I was about to learn a new language. Before we came over my dad had flew over first a couple weeks before to find us a place. He rented a house in Manassas Virginia and that was our home for the next year. I had to start school. My first day at school was terrifying I couldn’t communicate with my teacher because I didn’t know how to speak English. Fellow classmates would ask me questions I didn’t
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After several months of going to school I was starting to understand my classmates and I was also able to have conversation with them. I started to enjoy going to school I even sigh up for after school programs. A year went by and my father bought our first house a few minutes away from where we were previously living at. This new house was huge, two floors five bed rooms and three full bath rooms. The house was nice and all but I felt like I had started from zero again. Since the new house was in a different district that meant that I would have to go to a new school. I was sad because I wouldn’t know anybody at the new school. Surprisingly within the first week of school I was getting along with most of the kids in class. As time went on I was now speaking good English and had lots of friends. When summer vacation came we took our first trip back to Puerto Rico after two years to visit our friends and family. My entire family was so happy to see us and for how much I’ve grew and how fast I had learned
After several months of going to school I was starting to understand my classmates and I was also able to have conversation with them. I started to enjoy going to school I even sigh up for after school programs. A year went by and my father bought our first house a few minutes away from where we were previously living at. This new house was huge, two floors five bed rooms and three full bath rooms. The house was nice and all but I felt like I had started from zero again. Since the new house was in a different district that meant that I would have to go to a new school. I was sad because I wouldn’t know anybody at the new school. Surprisingly within the first week of school I was getting along with most of the kids in class. As time went on I was now speaking good English and had lots of friends. When summer vacation came we took our first trip back to Puerto Rico after two years to visit our friends and family. My entire family was so happy to see us and for how much I’ve grew and how fast I had learned