When I was 12 my dad decided he wanted to go back to school and get a master’s in Peace Education. The thing was though, that the school he wanted to go to was in Costa Rica. My family and I moved there for a year. I had to go to a public school in a country whose language I had never spoken before.
I remember the first day of school there. Everyone was gathered in a large gymnasium, the principal began his speech, of which I couldn’t understand a word. Once his speech was over they began calling names to assign classes. They called my name and I got in a line with my soon to be classmates. My family waved goodbye from the gym doors and then I was alone. I felt so lost and scared but what could I do except follow the person in front of me.
I remember the first day of school there. Everyone was gathered in a large gymnasium, the principal began his speech, of which I couldn’t understand a word. Once his speech was over they began calling names to assign classes. They called my name and I got in a line with my soon to be classmates. My family waved goodbye from the gym doors and then I was alone. I felt so lost and scared but what could I do except follow the person in front of me.