Write A Narrative Essay About Moving To Usa
The most difficult problem/situation that I had to face was when my family and I had to change our entire lifestyle by migrating to the United States in 2006. I was 6 years old, I had no idea what was going on; there was confusion everywhere. We were at the airport in Albania, it was almost time to get on the flight that would change my life forever. I was comfortable where I was, I was not sure why we were just going to leave everything behind all of a sudden, either way, it was not my choice and my opinion wasn't going to change the outcome. It was time to say goodbye to the family, I remember that part to be the hardest as I saw everyone cry and wish us good luck. To me, The United States was an unknown place I did not understand what the fuss
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Once we arrived at my aunt's house we had a nice feast and I ate as if I hadn't eaten for 3 days. I started to feel a little better but I was still shocked that I left Albania and that we were going to stay here long term. It felt like an instant but some time had passed and it was time for me to start first grade. When we arrived my anxiety level was as high as it could ever get, the schooling in Albania was nothing like it was here, there were so many other kids and their parents, everything felt so full and cramped. To make things even worse, I did not know a drop of English other than, “No speak English” so every time someone talked to me I had to try to ignore then because I could not reply and start a conversation. The next day, I was put into an ESL (English as a second language) class, where I began to learn the English language, grammar, reading, and writing. In that class, I felt somewhat comfortable and at home, no one was weirdly looking at me or laughing at me for not being able to speak, instead, they welcomed me and encourage me to try to become and do
Once we arrived at my aunt's house we had a nice feast and I ate as if I hadn't eaten for 3 days. I started to feel a little better but I was still shocked that I left Albania and that we were going to stay here long term. It felt like an instant but some time had passed and it was time for me to start first grade. When we arrived my anxiety level was as high as it could ever get, the schooling in Albania was nothing like it was here, there were so many other kids and their parents, everything felt so full and cramped. To make things even worse, I did not know a drop of English other than, “No speak English” so every time someone talked to me I had to try to ignore then because I could not reply and start a conversation. The next day, I was put into an ESL (English as a second language) class, where I began to learn the English language, grammar, reading, and writing. In that class, I felt somewhat comfortable and at home, no one was weirdly looking at me or laughing at me for not being able to speak, instead, they welcomed me and encourage me to try to become and do