Ever since I can remember, I was always the shy kid that would always hide behind my mother whenever she took me out to play with the other children in the neighborhood. It became infinitely worse when my mother and I moved here to the United States and forced me to go to a brand new school in a country that I do not know the language or social norms. Moving to the United States opened my eyes when it came to how different things are and how big the world really is. It was a cold, dreary January morning, I was finally starting the 4th grade at my new school here in the United States. I arrived here back in November but I was bedridden because of a mild case of chicken pox. The 2nd semester just barely started when I was healthy enough to go …show more content…
Back in the Philippines we were forced to carry huge backpacks with us that contained every textbook we had to use for the day and all of our school supplies but here I saw how most of the students just kept their stuff inside the desk. The lesson was a blur to me with how all the words she used was foreign and nobody in the class knew a lick of Tagalog. I was surprised when my teacher suddenly changed subjects but it was something that I was familiar with. It was like that too at my old public school. I noticed how almost everyone dressed in bright, colorful graphic tees and blouses compared to the dull and monotone uniforms that my old school forced on …show more content…
I didn’t really get any of what she was saying and the day has already been too much for me with all that has happened so I went to sleep. I woke up to the sounds of my classmates’ laughter. I noticed that they were laughing at me. It seemed like I made a funny face while I was asleep. The teacher came up to me and I thought maybe she will stop the students from laughing at me anymore. I was wrong. She came up to me so that she can reprimand me for sleeping in class. I thought teachers were supposed to stop bullying. It seemed that I was wrong. I just couldn’t wait till school finished. Everything went wrong on my first day at a new school. It feels like I’m being made fun of because of my nationality. From how they whisper mean things to how treat me. I honestly just want to go back home to the Philippines. I honestly do not see any differences between me and the rest of the students. I have a family just like them. I am human just like them yet how am I so different that they treat me like I am an
I could have taken this change in my life as something terrible, tragic, and sad. Instead, I chose to make the most of it and accept it as a new challenge. I began to communicate with as many people as I could and I trained myself to become a more social person. I joined about every sport possible in middle school and made it a goal to become friends with everyone. By moving to Iowa, I evolved from a shy kid into a much more outgoing and adventurous adolescent.
I was shy because I didn’t know anybody. Now I’ve gotten to know the people in my classes, and I’ve learned that they can help me just as I can help them. Because I was homeschooled, I was a little laid back on when to turn in assignments, I just turned them in when I felt like it. At college, I have changed the way I turn in assignments. I have learned that if I turn in my assignments early or on time I have a better chance of getting a higher grade. I have also changed in the way I manage my time, before I started college I would just get out of bed whenever I felt like it. Now I set alarms and different times on when I need to get something
I am a Korean and I am proud to classify myself as a Korean; however, sometimes it can be hard. When I joined Kindergarten, I remember the school staff trying to put me into a special program because they did not think I was capable of speaking English. At first, I did not feel that happy that they quickly assumed I was not able to reach the educational level like the other kids. However, then I realized they recommended the program to me to ensure that I stayed at the level and would not fall behind. Although, the program was recommended to help me, I did not want to learn without my friends, I did not want to get extra help, and I did not want to be treated differently. Therefore, I tried harder in and out of school; I would go home each day and do practice workbooks and study. Thus, leading me to go to a magnet school. Although, I was able to overcome this barrier in Kindergarten, in high school it became harder. I remember people always commenting that I was a stereotypical asian and that I needed to loosen up. Although these comments do not sound that bad, it really hit the spot on me. After hearing all these comments, I immediately wanted to stop trying in school because I did not want people to think that I was a “buzzkill” at school. Also, due to my race, I felt that people had the
Since I still wanted to make friends, I desperately continued to try to break down the barrier between my peers and I and I slowly began to succeed. As I began making more and more friends, my experience in the U.S. started to become a happier one. Although there were still many things about American culture that I did not understand, I chose to face my fears head on which lead to a more content life. I realized that no matter where you are from, what obstacles you had to face, or what social class you belong to, coming to America gives you an opportunity to build a new and better life for you and your family. The journey to learn this lesson was not an easy one, but I’m glad I learned it.
Before I enrolled into SAC, I was a non-fan of sports, nervous, young man, who heard about SAC from a friend in Upper School and has tons of hopes for Grade 9. Something was hold me back to go to SAC. , although that "something” terminated after I knew that everyone were Andrean Brothers and that's why I'm currently aiming to perfect the role of a well-rounded citizen. As they say, “Friends are the most ingredient in the recipe of life”. Friends, like Daniel Zhao, who told me about this school changed my whole life. Once I stepped on Andrean soil, I knew that I was part of something special. In addition, I never had "fun" in sports events because I thought I might get hurt. Yet when I joined SAC sports teams, I was afraid
Ever wonder what happens if everything changes in a blink of an eye? On June 3rd, 2016, I graduated secondary school. That night in my middle school gymnasium, the administrators had organized a celebratory party in the graduate’s honors. I remembered dancing the night away with the people I held so dear to my heart for nine years. The strobe lights shining and music blaring while we were staring at each other with content. We parted ways at the end of that cheerful night. We were sad to say goodbye, yet we didn’t know that some us were saying goodbye to each other for ever to go lead different lives apart from each other. At the time, I knew that moment will always be a highlight of my life but later I came to know that it was also a catalyst for change. Although freshman year and half of sophomore year brung hardships that have come and go, the experiences have changed me for the better throughout the year and a half.
Throughout my high school experience, I've been able to obtain knowledge that I can use to better my life. Some of the classes I've taken have been a blessing in disguise. For example, I never expected to learn as much as I did about writing and literature by just simply reading. Many of my teachers have pushed me to my limits and inspired me to think differently from my peers. In general my best English experience was reading "MacBeth" by William Shakespeare in Mr. Elwell's class, where I also realized I had many English skills to improve on.
This time I moved to Warren, Michigan and I attended my last year of elementary school with brand new people. The process of getting to know people took me a long time. I became the shy student that did not take part in any school activity again because I was afraid I would be judged on everything I did. As the years went by I started meeting new people each year. It is now my Senior year of High School and I attend three different schools: CPC, Cousino, and Macomb Community College, I can finally say that I am gaining my confidence back.
Last year at the beginning of the school year I was just starting high school as a freshman at St.T. I was excited about starting there because I had the chance to meet some new people and teachers. Most of the students I had already went to school with from kindergarten to when we graduated eighth grade together, and I went to school with a lot of the upperclassmen in previous years at Our Lady of Lourdes so, I wasn’t scared because I knew so many people already. Anyway, the first semester was fine. I as on the cheer team, I had good grades, and kept them up, and i was gone almost every weekend hanging out with friends. Then the second semester comes. I wasn’t going to cheer practices, my grades dropped, and I missed so many weeks of school
I remember the years preceding senior year at Corcoran High; I remember quite vividly, 9th, 10th, and 11th grade. I recall the meals the school used to serve students. They weren’t too bad; some were decent and were often looked forward to. I have had many experiences at this school, but none stand parallel with the experience I had with this year’s lunch program. The lunch meals being served to the students at Corcoran High are not nutritious, healthy, or at all fresh. The school claims the meals are healthy and harmless, yet the taste, scent, and the students’ judgment reveal otherwise. I understand that Corcoran High is trying to save money, but spending a few extra dollars certainly wont hurt. It is necessary for this matter to become a
I can remember sitting in class, feeling eyes burning through me, dodging inquisitive glances from all sides, and anxiously awaiting the bell to ring for lunchtime. As most people know, lunch is the most dreaded part of the first day at a new school. First day of school memories are still fairly vivid for me; my father was in the JAG corps in the Army and my family moved with biannual regularity. In fact, I even attended three different high schools. While this may seem highly undesirable to some, I learned an incredible amount about myself, the world, and other people through movement that I may never have learned otherwise.
I was not always a social and outgoing individual and I considered myself unlucky in life. I never stood out and did not have enough confidence to attempt to do so, not until one day in middle school. My Mathematics professor gave us an unexpected test. A lot of my classmates did not do well and I was sure I would be one of them. To my greatest surprise I scored the highest in the class with an A on the test. She called me aside after that class to talk about how I could develop my Math skills. She also ...
It was finally the first day of school; I was excited yet nervous. I hoped I would be able to make new friends. The first time I saw the schools name I thought it was the strangest name I’ve ever heard or read, therefore I found it hard to pronounce it in the beginning. The schools’ floors had painted black paw prints, which stood out on the white tiled floor. Once you walk through the doors the office is to the right. The office seemed a bit cramped, since it had so many rooms in such a small area. In the office I meet with a really nice, sweet secretary who helped me register into the school, giving me a small tour of the school, also helping me find
It was a gloomy Tuesday despite the fact that it was late August. I had missed the first day of school because I always hated the idea of introductions and forced social situations during those times. I hated my particular school ever since I started as a freshman the
In six grade, I had to interact with other kids. I slowly learned that I could talk to them, by the middle of the year. The learning in that class in the middle of the school year wasn’t the greatest. I learned a lot and grew a lot during that year, from being scared in the beginning of having friends in the end of the year. I had a great teacher named Mrs. Sandoval who really gave me the help I needed.