Personal Narrative: My First Day Of Preschool

I was always shy when I was younger. Ever since I was born in Ma An Shan, a small city in China, I avoided strangers. This temperament of mine did not change when I immigrated to the United States. My first day of preschool was filled with tears as it was an unfamiliar setting. Even from an early age, I had no desire to interact with the other children nor to make friends.
My fellow classmates only grew more distant with age and I eventually became an easy target for bullying. I was a foreigner who wore strange clothes, loved books and I was shy. During this time, my family was still trying to build their foundation in the United States. I would frequently be given clothes that were passed down, providing the mismatched appearance. A pair of bedazzled jeans comes in mind in particular. I found nothing wrong with them initially when my parents gave them to me. Rather, I enjoyed the sparkle of the gems and the fact that they fit me well. The other kids did not share my thoughts on them and I was bullied heavily that day. I found my solace in books. The library became a way for me to escape the troubles I had of the outside world. I was content in my own world of imagination and loved learning about the world. I did not know my fondness for books would only lead to me …show more content…
Furthermore, my childhood eating habits of stuffing my face began to catch up with me and I became plump. My plumpness became another justification for bullying. I started to grow self-conscious of my body. Coupled with a bad case of acne, I dreaded looking at the mirror and I lost the confidence to talk to people. Teachers did not help with the bullying. I recall during one gym class session, students were required to do a minimum number of push-ups in a fitness test and I was unable to complete any. I still remember my gym teacher openly mocking me, “Look at him, he can’t even do one.” It was truly demoralizing to my young