Personal Narrative: Entering High School

I am the middle child arriving to the U.S. having to overcome challenges of a new language. My parents are the eldest of their families; one going to kindergarten and one going up to Middle School. Mom worked instead of going to school, had to wake up at dawn to grind corn by hand, make food for twelve people. My dad worked made belts, horse saddles, taking care of animals and leaving school to help my grandparents.
On September 25, 2009 I arrived to the U.S. in a ranch “bienvenidos a su nueva casa una nueva etapa de su vida empieza” welcome to your new house a new face begins in your life were the first words my dad said in the U.S. One week after I went to a Middle School to sign in where I was given approximately thirty papers to fill in
Entering High School made me proud being the first of my family of going to High School the first year seemed not as hard except from the part that I had computer homework and no internet, I would stay after school and work in the computers from school. Later in my sophomore year the physics teacher moved away and the school took about 6 months to replace the teacher, then on my junior year I decided to take an AP course something that seemed extremely hard for me since it was in a subject on which I was really bad at U.S. History I have never been able to keep the information it had never seemed to stick on me. At the beginning I would see my classmates understanding the subject and then there was me a student who did not get history and seemed to be getting harder and harder but later I discovered videos thanks to a teacher which seemed to help later I started to view my notes as a story not as a sentence but as a story. I would spend nights studying for test and “no te duermas hija ya casi acabas namas dos paginas más” don’t fall asleep daughter you're almost done just two more pages my mom would say