I walked around unsteadily all day like a lost baby, far away from its pack. Surrounded by unfamiliar territory and uncomfortable weather, I tried to search for any signs of similarities with my previous country. I roamed around from place to place and moved along with the day, wanting to just get away and go back home. This was my first day in the United States of America.
The weather was a bit cold and windy, I was not familiar with the setting of the place. My head was still spinning from all the airplane rides. It was the season of fall, the year 2006. That’s the year me, and my family came to the United States. Coming to America was a big change for us. My family was then a family of six, and I was eight years old at the time. We’re now a family of nine, my aunt and uncle moved in with us and a few months later my newborn sister was born.
Moving from a highly diverse community to a less diverse community has to be the weirdest yet interesting culture shock I ever had to deal with. As a young child, I did not know about the outside world. I thought everyone rides the bus or the metro, graffiti on the wall is normal and traffic wouldn’t matter as much since everything I needed was within walking distance sometimes. There were shocking things I learned once I moved to Nebraska.
It was cold, so cold my fingers stung under the three pairs of gloves I wore in preparation for the journey I made everyday. It began as always I wake up to the noise of my four sisters preparing for
I didn’t have the easiest childhood, I grew up in a small town on the south shore of Nova Scotia with a population of around ten thousand people. I went to a small French school up until grade six. The school went from primary to grade 12, but it only had just over one hundred people. I made the decision to transfer to a bigger school about half through grade six. I wasn’t really sure what to expect because I had only ever had small classes before. I missed the orientation day that happens in June for some reason so I went in a few days before school started and I got a tour of the school from the secretary. On the first day of school I didn’t really know anyone. There was this one girl that I knew from before, but she transferred from the French school a year before me and had already made a group of friends. The first few weeks were a lot to get used to, but I managed to do fine.
All my life ,I’ve always wanted to be someone in life who can actually make a difference to this world in a positive way. Ever since I was a little girl I pushed myself to always best I can be just . I lived in a town outside Los Angeles, California , it was called Van Nuys,California.The elementary school (Kittridge Elementary) I had went to was in a low income area, mainly spanish community had lived in the area I was living in at the time .I had a lot of friends (mainly mexicans) I focused a lot on being on time for school , staying on task in class, and finishing my homework. At such a young age I had felt such ambition and was doing very good for myself. At the age of 10 was when reality start to really hit me , even though I was very young I started to see things differently.
Abandoned
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
The class of 2015 had been working all year selling food at lunch and sports events and carrying out fundraisers. The first time I got an inkling that my friends would not be true friends was when we were planning the trip, we were choosing rooms for the trip and I asked my best friend, “Hey, we could room with each other on the trip!”
There I was playing an intense soccer game out in a searing summer day. My grandparents, along with the rest of my family, were there at the beach to see my game. I was mostly known for how fast I was, so people referred to me as the “rapido piojo blanco,” which was the nickname my grandfather gave me since I was the only white person in my family. Being a child I never realized how precious time spent with family really is until it was taken away. After every soccer game, my family and I would watch a movie. It so happened that the horror movie we rented took place in an arctic location about a gigantic snow white monster murdering innocent people with its shark-like teeth. In conclusion, I didn 't get enough sleep because of the many horrifying nightmares I had. After being showered with gifts my mother broached the subject of her new boyfriend, what she described, he seemed like Ken the Barbie doll. As I dozed off, I hear heavy footsteps heading towards my direction, and then I saw it. The snow monster from the
I had never seen such affection and care as I did from my family. After all the goodbyes, we made our way into the airport. I held on tight to my rolling suitcase as I walked to my future and I will never forget the love and support that stood there weeping. After waiting in the airport for over two hours, the plane finally arrived. I was sitting in my airplane seat slowly anticipating to see my mom that I hadn’t seen for six years. I remember the first day that I came to America. Getting out of that airplane exhausted and not being able to walk because I had been sitting in the plane for 24 hours. I was in the Phoenix airport, looking around nervously in a peculiar place filled with strange people. But, the moment I saw my Mom and my family, I was serene once again.
After countless hours of uncomfortable naps and tasteless meals between flights, we finally arrived at the unfamiliar land of America. Leaving all our dear friends and families behind, I was told that we came here in hope of a better future, my future specifically. I was never really socially active and at the time, English was a whole new concept that I have yet to understand. The inability to communicate with other makes it even harder for me to express myself and it mold my personality to become more antisocial than I ever was. There’s always this uneasy feeling that linger when someone talk to me and I cannot give them a response and it’s even harder to say something because I was afraid of making a mistake and make a fool out of myself.