Personal Narrative: My First Start School In The United States

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When i first started school in the united states it was weird seeing other people. I was born in the United states and went to Mexico to study, until I was 10 years old, I came to United States, into 5th grade half of the school year I knew some english but not as much as I know now, I still remember the first day I came to class it was test day, it was weird for me to hear English everywhere because I only heat Spanish, I didn't have a lot of friends just one, after some weeks of being there I talked to more kids, but those kids were teaching me things bad things I didn't know and i listen to them. When I was in 5th grade I got a lot of referrals then in 6th grade I got little less of referrals then I got into 7th grade and i decided to not

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