Personal Narrative: My First Day Of School In America

“My heart started beats up very high, like someone has put huge stone over my head. Every time I end up with question how and why. There is not any reason, yet, but I believe it is just a early stage, -age under teenager-that was keeping me afraid. I was afraid to go to school in America. Yes, my first day of school in America which always will be remember and it will always be shared because it may not be only my feelings, but it could be point out back to you as well.
I could feel the hot summer heat on my face as if I was standing 20 feet away from the sun. I am sitting under a mango tree and looking toward the field of crops right in front of me. I can smell the sweetness of the juicy mango that I just picked from the tree. I slowly
Its 7 am and first day of school.” To respond to my dad I pull my blanket over my head and tried to go back to my dream where I had been back in India in our farm. A half an hour later my dad comes back in the room again but this time he shook me until my eyes opened and I sat up on my bed.
By the time I got out of bed and into the bathroom to shower it had been 7 45 am, almost 8 am. I had an hour to get to my school. We lived ten minutes away from Devon shire elementary school in Des Plaines. By the time I was done and ready to leave the house it was 8 30 am. My dad had promised the day before that he would come to drop me off to my classroom in the morning. Just like he had promised, he walked with me to the school. I told him, “I don’t want to go to school, I don’t know English, and I don’t know anyone, I don’t want to go to school.” My dad didn’t reply to what I had said he just walked holding my hand. It was 8 45 am when we turned the corner and saw all the kids outside playing. As we walked closer to the crowd of students my dad saw someone he recognized and he told me to wait there for him to come back. I stood up like a statue- who can hear all children screaming, and who can see children waving to their