Journey Through the Tunnel
Journey Through the Tunnel
"America is much more than a geographical fact. It is a political and moral fact - the first community in which men set out in principle to institutionalize freedom, responsible government, and human equality"
- Adlai Stevenson
I can still remember that feeling when my mother and father had told me we were moving to America, part of me felt as if time had stopped and the other part felt excited to start a new beginning . I couldn't decide whether this life-changing place was something I should look forward to or something that will cause me to face more problems than rewards. However, I was more excited rather than being in a panic. Even so, I could not bear the fact that I will no longer be able to take a quick ride on the bus to my grandparent’s house, or that I was oceans away from the people I loved. Even after I realized the objects and people I will miss, I knew that my family's move to America would welcome me with a new start and a better future. Little did I know what I would have to go through to experience the bright future I had wished for.
After spending seven long years in India, I moved to an environment that was totally different from the one I came from. I knew that this would be my biggest hurdle I would have to overcome. As a new 1st grader in a place where Indians were rare,North Carolina, I felt as if I was invisible in the classroom. Being a novice in English, I was looked down on by other students and was shunned most of the time. I sat quietly in class and tried not to be bothered by anyone , yet the others talked to each other while watching me stumble out my answer to the teacher's question and they start to laugh. I can still hear that laugh, the laugh I sometimes still see used on other innocent kids. I can still remember the times when the teacher used ask, "Who doesn't have a partner?" and I would be the only one to raise my hand.I was upset, feeling that
"America is much more than a geographical fact. It is a political and moral fact - the first community in which men set out in principle to institutionalize freedom, responsible government, and human equality"
- Adlai Stevenson
I can still remember that feeling when my mother and father had told me we were moving to America, part of me felt as if time had stopped and the other part felt excited to start a new beginning . I couldn't decide whether this life-changing place was something I should look forward to or something that will cause me to face more problems than rewards. However, I was more excited rather than being in a panic. Even so, I could not bear the fact that I will no longer be able to take a quick ride on the bus to my grandparent’s house, or that I was oceans away from the people I loved. Even after I realized the objects and people I will miss, I knew that my family's move to America would welcome me with a new start and a better future. Little did I know what I would have to go through to experience the bright future I had wished for.
After spending seven long years in India, I moved to an environment that was totally different from the one I came from. I knew that this would be my biggest hurdle I would have to overcome. As a new 1st grader in a place where Indians were rare,North Carolina, I felt as if I was invisible in the classroom. Being a novice in English, I was looked down on by other students and was shunned most of the time. I sat quietly in class and tried not to be bothered by anyone , yet the others talked to each other while watching me stumble out my answer to the teacher's question and they start to laugh. I can still hear that laugh, the laugh I sometimes still see used on other innocent kids. I can still remember the times when the teacher used ask, "Who doesn't have a partner?" and I would be the only one to raise my hand.I was upset, feeling that