Coming To America-Personal Narrative

Coming to America
Three years ago, I came into a world full of dreams, but these dreams can take you down if you don’t pay good attention. I am the first born in my family. Before I came here, I was so afraid to come to a new country, which I didn’t know any thing about. I was somehow confused, and the biggest fear that I had was about adapting to a new culture. After some days of being at home, I was taken to school where I met so many student, teachers, and other nonteaching staff. Although I didn’t know anyone, all the people I met welcomed me, and I really appreciated the welcome. The school counselor called one of the students and told him to show me my classes. Then the boy took me to my new class, and when I entered, all eyes were on
She was our ESL English teacher and immediately noticed that I was a new student and greeted me in nice way. She told me to stand up and introduce myself, which I did. After the lesson, we all went out for break. It was so nice for me because I interacted with so many students from different cultures. I was really glad to know many people and have new friends. For the first few weeks, everyone seemed to have a good English accent, which I didn’t have, but later I was on my way to understanding the new English accent. Most of the students I became friends with helped me, too. After a few weeks, one of my classmates saw me playing soccer; he started telling me about the high school soccer team, and he also told me I could be a good player for the team. I was so happy to hear that my school had a soccer team. I never played for a school team, but I played soccer all my life. Back in Kenya when I was nine years old, a recruiter from France wanted to take me to France to play soccer, but my parents didn’t let me go with him because they didn’t want me to play soccer. Instead, they wanted me to study Islamic education. When summer came, it was so long for me because I was waiting for the tryouts to begin. When finally the tryout started, I was ready to
After we finished running, he divided us into our grades. I was a tenth grader, so I went with the tenth grade group. I played with them for a while when one of the coaches told me to go play with the bigger kids. I was so excited! I didn’t know anyone in their group, but I didn’t have to speak English to play with them, so I just played. When we finished our fast day of tryouts, the coach asked me where I was from, and I told him I am from Kenya. He said, “Alright, see you tomorrow.” The next day I came, we ran a lot, andI don’t even remember if we played soccer. When I went home, I was so exhausted that I just went to sleep. The tryout went for a while, and everyone was trying his best to make the school team. The time came for the coaches to choose the team. The ninth grade coach started calling the names of the freshmen that made the freshmen team. Then tenth grade was announced next, and then the junior varsity come I heard my name! I was surprised that I make JV because I thought l would make varsity, but the JV coach told me JV will make me a good player and ready for varsity next year. I was happy to hear that from someone who knows a lot about soccer. I trained everyday so that I