Personal Narrative: My First Day In The United States

I was starting my first day at a new school. My palms were sweaty, my heart was thumping, and I had butterflies in my stomach. I took a deep breath and walked towards the grey doors. I thought about what the new school would be like; how the teachers were and how the students were. I missed my friends from my old school. I walked through those big grey doors to a whole new place.

When I saw my friends walking toward me, that’s when I finally stepped into the building. As I walked into the building, I was astonished by how enormous the school was compared to my middle school. Some teachers welcomed me to the new school, and asked me if I needed any help finding the classrooms, while the other teachers were too busy typing on their computers. The moment when I entered my homeroom, it surely was much bigger than the one at my old school, the room makes me feel more comfortable with the new environment because the teacher was very friendly and very professional because of well-prepared clothes, and the way she talked. I finally realized that I have entered the world of reality, such as passing all my classes and graduate high school, then off to

I remember when I first moved to America. I remember how scared I was to move to a whole new country and didn’t know a soul within 400 miles of me. Everything was brand new and I was basically a newborn child in this world at the age of 4. I remember how we met, we bonded over the sport of soccer. I remember how we became the best of friends, and how we would carpool to Pre-K together. Then, she had a game for her church. I remember it was freezing because it was early January. She scored a goal right before half time, and then was taken off for the rest of the game. I remember seeing her panting on the bench, then I saw her lie down the bench. I figured she was tired, but then I saw her convulsing on the bench. I didn’t even realize what

I recall the day I first came to United States of America. I was in New York airport, looking everywhere and felt like I was in a totally strange place, which was complete with strangers. All I could understand was people’s ' buzzing. At that time, I digested that I was finally in America, then my heart started to beat fast. Until December the 9th, 2015 I had never been that far away from my country, Rwanda. For ages, I grew up up being surrounded by people who used the same dialect or language as me. Overhead all, language barrier was the major concern. First a few days, I was like a breathing sculpture who could not hold a conversation for 1 min in English. It wasn’t just for my poor English but also because I didn’t have the confidence I

Individual was in high school. I remembered my first day at school, I was going to my algebra

I transferred to a different school in my fifth grade year. In the beginning, I was happy to

My past is something i hardly talk about with my teachers but in a way it's a great for this prompt, When my mom was 16 years old it about my age today but she was pregnant with me and my twin sister. To bring me and my sister here to the united states she had to come with bad people and in that truck there was another 200 pregant people and half were just kids and those people were also coming from guatemala and going to united states. My mom was really frightened but the only thing in her mind was that she knew her twins had to be born in the U.S because in her country she knew we wouldn't have a future in her country. She had to be strong when she was in the truck because because we were ready to come out and it was 9 months already and she couldn't hold the pain anymore

When I first came to United State I was afraid to talk, I was scared that people will judge my accent and my word choice.I wasn’t enough to speak until the second year of middle school. After I realized that I needed to step out from my zone, the first step that I chose overcome was to speak with my teachers. I tried to ask questions, told them the story of the book that I read to practice my speaking skill and it helped me a lot. But even though I got comfortable with my speaking, I still could not make friends because I could not understand the conversation that my classmate had, I don’t understand what is popular in this place and what is not. I tried to search it but It didn’t help because It is not appealing to me and have no idea how

By the end of the day I was familiar with the school already. I had met tons of new friends and teacher’s .The first day of school was nothing like I dreamed it would be. In the dream the school was a complete nightmare which made me scared to come. Feeling that no one would talk to me or I would be lost trying to get to get to every class in time. The day was totally different from that. I learned a lot from that

Life in the United States for us had been unkind. My father and I lived in a really beaten up trailer home in NE Portland. We had no money and were on the verge of being homeless. Too poor to buy food from the grocery store, we survived on nearly spoiled food from local food banks and the extra food I’d bring from school. Our trailer, with poor 1970’s insulation and paper thin aluminum tin exterior was an icebox that accumulated all that winter could give. We had no heating, nor electricity, so much of my of time, I spent at my high school, which kept me warm and fed me Monday through Friday. Conditions had been so severe that few times we just abandoned our lives the United States altogether lived in different countries such as Bolivia,

We pull up to the May Wood County High School, my mom quickly drives off as I get out of the car. I turn to the building, not even two seconds after looking at it, a lady in black comes up to me and grabs my arm. "You need to get in the school before the bell rings young man!" Her voice was eerie in a sense. She dragged me into the building, standing there were tons of other students talking to their friends and socializing. The lady walks back outside to "greet" the other late students. I stand in the middle of the sea of students, not knowing what to do. Everyone was eyeing me and I could definitely hear them talking about me, all of a sudden the bell rang and the flock of kids moved down the hall to their first period. I had to take a quick

I grabbed my little sister and we darted in house and slammed the door as if a raging bull was after us.

different doors to enter the school. Each here to move on with their life’s. My first day of school

I arrived to the United States on August 14, I landed in the afternoon in Dallas, Texas. Language was the first thing I which I had cultural shock. I knew I would be in an Anglophone country, but at the moment when I arrived and I could not understand anything, I entered in a little moment of panic, I was alone in the third biggest airport in the USA, with a delayed flight and with low battery in my cellphone. But I realized that the best thing I could do was keep calm and do my best.

On the first day of school I like to wake up early so I can get ready faster. I like to pick a nice outfit out and put it somewhere I can remember where it’s at.I like to get ready and get up first. I like to get ready faster than my brothers and sister. The reason I like to get up and get ready and up faster so I can sleep a little more.