A place of freedom. A place of courage. A first sight of Washington as I walked into the cold big spaces of the parking lot. The flashing and shining lights of cars and trucks as we were on the road. The quiet and peaceful car ride on our way back to the house. I was in the land of prosperity. It was my first day of school. I walked to school with my sister ready to learn. I can remember us walking through the cold, breezy air reminding ourselves that the only phrase we knew was," I don't speak English." Walking through the school, I couldn't help but notice the wall-less hallways exposing me to the cold air or how decorative each and every classroom was with stapled pictures or arts. I took a couple more moments trying to take in the architecture of the school. Then, it was time. Time to observe. Time to learn. Time to try my best to fit in. In the distance the voices and laughter of kids tickled my ears. A group of students approached the door to my classroom—I knew that I would have to spend time with them for the rest of the year. As I was standing there, I tried the hardest to act cool while they exploded with laughter and
A place of freedom. A place of courage. A first sight of Washington as I walked into the cold big spaces of the parking lot. The flashing and shining lights of cars and trucks as we were on the road. The quiet and peaceful car ride on our way back to the house. I was in the land of prosperity. It was my first day of school. I walked to school with my sister ready to learn. I can remember us walking through the cold, breezy air reminding ourselves that the only phrase we knew was," I don't speak English." Walking through the school, I couldn't help but notice the wall-less hallways exposing me to the cold air or how decorative each and every classroom was with stapled pictures or arts. I took a couple more moments trying to take in the architecture of the school. Then, it was time. Time to observe. Time to learn. Time to try my best to fit in. In the distance the voices and laughter of kids tickled my ears. A group of students approached the door to my classroom—I knew that I would have to spend time with them for the rest of the year. As I was standing there, I tried the hardest to act cool while they exploded with laughter and