My Journey To America

During the final year of middle school in Hong Kong, I decided to study in America, the land where I was born. I arrived at the San Francisco International Airport, and met my new host family. I began my new journey as a high school student in America. Everything was new, the culture, the language, and the lifestyle. At first, I was full of excitement to leave my parents and experience new things at the first time by myself; however, the excitement only last for a few months. As a thirteen year old, I began to realize the difficulties I had to face in a new land without my parents’ accompany. Since my host family didn’t take responsibility to take care of me, I had to do everything, the laundry, the cooking, and the cleaning, by myself. I

I was terrified and isolated, since I was concerned of my English skill that I wouldn’t able to communicate to others and make friends, and I didn’t know anyone in my school. I endured the difficulties, after I challenged myself to speak up. I began to make several friends from different countries and enjoy the school life of America. I didn’t have any trouble to fuse into the American culture because I had experienced in different countries’ culture. My family used to move around from countries to countries. Before we settled down in Hong Kong, we had lived in Japan and America for one to two years. Although English was still my biggest concern, the experience of living in different countries provided me the passion to challenge and learn a new language. I was in ELD in my first year of school. Since the class didn’t provide sufficient resources to teach the students learning English and my parents is not an English speaker, I learnt English by myself most of the time and got help from my friends and the people around me. After two years of struggle, I got into the normal English class, eventually. I was proud of my accomplishment in working hard to learn a new