Tam Narrative Essay
Tamara Baghdasaryan
English 28, Yegoryan
March 27, 2015
Narrative Essay Life is full of various events and experiences, but not all of them are equally important, enjoyable and memorable. There are a few of those special days which remain evergreen in my heart and that I can remember of. Some events have changed me for better and made me stronger, while others are just there to remember and smile because they have happened at one point in my life. The fact of me coming to America for the first time is such an event. It was the month of April, 2009. I was only twelve years old and didn't really want to come to America, yet I had to because my dad was already here. I felt very sad but happy at the same time. I could already imagine how hard things were going to be for me until I would finally adapt to the new environment. I was happy because I hadn't seen my dad for a long time and I had missed him a lot. My first year of school in America was the hardest time of my life. I didn't know very well English and couldn't express myself by communicating with others. There were only a few students that were the same nationality as me, yet I wasn't very talkative therefore I couldn't make any new friends. Many things and the diversity of the people in America were very interesting yet very strange for me, therefore I looked at people and to the things around me in a way that they thought I was weird or had staring problems. One time one of my classmates came up to me and asked me in a mean way about why I kept on staring at the students that were in my class including herself. I couldn't really understand what she was saying, but someone else translated it for me. They all thought I was racist and had something against other races. After that day, they all started staring at me and making fun of me because I wouldn't talk much and was by myself for most of the time. Finally, time passed and things started to become better for me. I started to speak and
English 28, Yegoryan
March 27, 2015
Narrative Essay Life is full of various events and experiences, but not all of them are equally important, enjoyable and memorable. There are a few of those special days which remain evergreen in my heart and that I can remember of. Some events have changed me for better and made me stronger, while others are just there to remember and smile because they have happened at one point in my life. The fact of me coming to America for the first time is such an event. It was the month of April, 2009. I was only twelve years old and didn't really want to come to America, yet I had to because my dad was already here. I felt very sad but happy at the same time. I could already imagine how hard things were going to be for me until I would finally adapt to the new environment. I was happy because I hadn't seen my dad for a long time and I had missed him a lot. My first year of school in America was the hardest time of my life. I didn't know very well English and couldn't express myself by communicating with others. There were only a few students that were the same nationality as me, yet I wasn't very talkative therefore I couldn't make any new friends. Many things and the diversity of the people in America were very interesting yet very strange for me, therefore I looked at people and to the things around me in a way that they thought I was weird or had staring problems. One time one of my classmates came up to me and asked me in a mean way about why I kept on staring at the students that were in my class including herself. I couldn't really understand what she was saying, but someone else translated it for me. They all thought I was racist and had something against other races. After that day, they all started staring at me and making fun of me because I wouldn't talk much and was by myself for most of the time. Finally, time passed and things started to become better for me. I started to speak and