Personal Narrative: The First Day Of School

“Sameh, do you speak English?” his history teacher asked. At the first day of school in another country seemed to be an unrealistic dream. On one icy and a freezing morning in an NJ town called Keansburg, where he had stayed right after he came from Egypt. It had been clear to all of his teachers that he did not know any English on his first day of school. Where he was introduced to a whole new environment of not just learning but also living. It’s a hard feeling when you fail to communicate with others. Walking into his first class was like having a full glass of mixed emotions, most of it was fear, nervousness, and curiosity. The ability to communicate with others was his biggest weakness especially that day. Although his classmate’s seemed to be very friendly and full of questions for him, except a boy named Joel. Walking around school looking at new faces while the noise of the bill pierced his ears

Smelling the food that had gone bad in the lockers and students graded paperwork on the ground made him feel like he was at a very crowded school, which seemed about right. On his first day of school, he knew it would take him forever to remember all the locations for his classes. Walking to his second class in the crowded hallways, he meets this short and pretty looking girl. She had a friendly face that would make someone want to talk and joke around with due to her great sense of humor. Her name was Sarrah and the first thing she said was “You seem different.” He looked at her eyes with a humorous face expression, while she busted out with laughter he said: “I do not speak English.” She understood the situation then took the schedule out of his left hand and deeply gazed into it. Although his mind was flooded with questions but he knew that there has to be someone to answer them and there