I Was The City Of My Dream Essay

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I have always been the girl with a lot of dreams. The one that watched a thousand times each of fairy tales, wore my mother’s old dresses to dress the princess and created a world of "make believe" in my head. A girl who lived on the moon, the world of imagination and dreams. But many of my dreams I did not believe I could achieve. I always dreamed to marry Bruno Mars, have Nicki Minaj as my best friend and travel around the world with them and my dog. I always had crazy dreams, but I had one that I was sure I would achieve: to study at a college in the U.S.A.
Since I was fifteen years old I told my parents that I wanted to study in the U.S.A. They never thought that I was being serious. They always laughed at me and said, “Okay, if you finish
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He knew that I had always dreamed about going to the United States and I did not have my father’s help. My older brother talked to my father and my father decided that he would help me. My father asked me which state besides Miami I wanted to go. I told him that I wanted to go to New York. I used to see New York City on the television all the time; I felt like I already knew it. New York City was the city of my dreams. Since I was fifteen years old I used to watch a Brazilian TV show called ‘Manhattan Connection’ and ‘50 per 1’. These shows were about New York City and all the touristic points. The show used to start at 1:00 am and I was fascinated that I never missed a show.
I searched for a school in New York City and I found New York Language Center. I saw the comments and a lot of people wrote good reports about the school. I thought that it would be a good school for me. I started to contact the school and they accepted me. When I saw the acceptance letter, I jumped from my bed and I started to call everybody. I went to the roof and I started to shout. I was so happy that my dream would become
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It was a little bit harder because sometimes in the second level, I needed to know a lesson that I would only take at the end of the first level’s book. When I had to start a new level I was the quietest girl in the class because all the friends that I had made were not on the same level anymore and my teacher started to pick on me to make me speak. Then a girl from Algeria came to me and said, “I know how you feel, before you the teacher was always picking on me.” I started to laugh and since that day we sat together, and she introduced me to her friend and we started to talk more and hang out

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