Coming To America

Have you ever been put into a situation where everything is completely different? Situation where everything is different such as the weather, the people, the language, and the culture? I have. I recall the first time I got here in the land of free. It was a breezy afternoon in the middle of November. I was flabbergasted, speechless. My Asian eyes grew as if they were a size of quarters. My jaw dropped as if it was pulled by gravity. I was in awe. I didn’t know what to expect. I couldn’t seem to describe my exact emotions. However, I do remember being excited. I was so excited for a brand new life, new culture, and definitely for more opportunities that I am excited to grasp.

Few weeks after I got here in the United States of America, I finally started my life as an American student. My heart was beating so fast as if it was being played as drums heavily. I was panting quite ponderously, do not know what to expect. I closed my eyes as I carefully stepped outside my car, and then finally opened my eyes. It surprised me how enormous my new high school is. Not to mention, how inappropriate our school building seem to be. The architect of my new high school decided that it would be appropriate to create a phallic shaped school for high school students. Ironic, I thought. I disregarded the fact for a mere second, as I carefully entered my new school. Everything felt weird. People here were so different I thought. I felt as if I was in a box of crayon. Everyone’s color seems to vary from one another. It was such a diverse place. From blonde hair blue eyed people, to black hair slanted eye Asians, to big black afro haired, voluptuous lips Africans. “Interesting”, I whispered. I waltzed in towards my new classroom as I shyly entered...

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...ity that is being thrown my way. I read my piece as if the words came from my heart quite perfectly. I stood in front of them with confidence. I stood there, declaring, and proving my intellect, and my worth. I got a standing ovation. People were in awe. I felt proud.

People slowly started opening up more to me, and slowly treated me as if I am one of them. They slowly helped me integrate myself to the American culture and have taught me things I didn’t know before. I have created strong friendships. We have learned from one another. I was able to prove that where I came from doesn’t define who I am. I was able to prove to them that I do not have to come from a rich country for me to be intellectual or proficient enough. The lesson learned? Do not judge someone until you’ve gotten to know them. Instead of negativity, show some positivity and help one another.