College Admissions Essay: Moving To America

I spent most of my childhood in Saigon, Vietnam living an ordinary life. Most of the time, I was either in school or at home which turned me into a shy and quiet girl. Even at a young age, I knew I’m more fortunate in comparison to most kids my age living in a third world, economic unstable country like Vietnam. My parents worked hard to put my sister and me through the best school in the city. High school teachers in Vietnam was not a high-paying job, however, they’d never complaint about it and always managed to put food on the table. As my sister and I grow older, my parents began to concern about our future. Like other parents, mine wanted us to attend the best college and receive all the education that will help us succeed in life. And America is the best place to fulfil their dream. Moving to America had satisfied my parents’ twenty years of being a math and chemistry teachers. The couple were not

The sun is making its way up the horizon, but has not yet filled the sky with its cheerful rays. We exit the bus and immediately turned into statues. We stood next the flag pole staring at the school entrance. “This is going to be okay. This is going to be okay” I mumbled to myself. I wanted to enter, nonetheless, gravity glued my feet down to the cold concrete ground. My hands started sweating through my thin-knitted pink sweater and tears were about to roll off my eyes. Shortly after, I saw a shadow of a tall woman approaching us from the school’s front door. My heart beats like a drum as she carefully making her way toward us like you would when you proceed a scared puppy. She stood about four feet away from us making sure she’s not invading our comfort zone. She knelt down and shows us her school staff ID card while holding her buzzing walkie talkie on the other hand. She then ask for our names and walked us one by one to our classrooms. I remember it was so early that I had to sit in front of my class waiting for my teacher to