The First Day of High School
April 13, 2009 was just another ordinary day to everyone, but for me it was a very special day, because it was my first day in Crawford High School and the very first school I have ever attended since I came to United States. I vividly remember that morning, I woke up at 5:30 am, and I’ve never been so happy and excited since I came here. After I ate my breakfast and got ready for school, I asked my parents to walk me to school. I was finally on my way to school; I took a deep breath of fresh air and enjoyed the beautiful sunshine of San Diego. What a beautiful day for a fresh start of my education, so my mind was fulfilled with joy. There was nothing to be worried about, not even the language barrier or communication …show more content…
After my parents left, I felt so lonely, especially since I didn 't see any students around, and then I realized I was too early. Back in my Vietnam school starts at 6:30 am, so it would normally be crowded at that hour. Therefore, school in the United States is different. I have been told that I could get some breakfast in school 's cafeteria, so I thought there would be some students over there. In addition, if I was lucky enough I could find some Vietnamese friend who could help me and became my translator for the next few days and a best friend forever in the future. So, I plucked up all of my courage to take the first step into school, but I was transfixed when I saw a huge security guy stand in the front of the gate. I turned around and went back in front of the entrance to the main office again. There were too many thoughts and confusion on my mind such as "Where is the map of the school? I don’t even know where the …show more content…
He was so tall and muscular. For that reason, I felt like I was the smallest Vietnamese ever in this high school. He said "Hi, my name is Tuan and I 'll be your translator." It was difficult for him to say the whole sentence in Vietnamese; I could recognize his unusual accent which also hard for me to understand. In the other hand, my mind just kept on guessing about him such as he couldn 't speak Vietnamese perfectly, then he probably couldn 't understand much of it as well. Beside, Vietnamese is the only language I can speak and understand. I was worried that we might not be able to communicate with each other in the future. I was baffled about all that guess of mine, and I really hope it wasn 't true. Thus, I just smiled a little and said " Thank you, my name is Thy", then I said “How long have you been in America?” He replied" I was born in here". After that, I was answering a few questions, and gave some brief information of mine. Tuan translate the teacher question, he said" She told you to pick your school" because of his accent, I was bewildered. I asked again to make sure in Vietnamese to him "school? Which school? Isn 't this the only school? ". He pointed at the poster on the wall behind me. There are total four small schools “Champs, Ideas, Law and Business (LAB), and Visual Arts School (MVAS)". That was when I understood what he meant; I thought I got kicked out of
April 13, 2009 was just another ordinary day to everyone, but for me it was a very special day, because it was my first day in Crawford High School and the very first school I have ever attended since I came to United States. I vividly remember that morning, I woke up at 5:30 am, and I’ve never been so happy and excited since I came here. After I ate my breakfast and got ready for school, I asked my parents to walk me to school. I was finally on my way to school; I took a deep breath of fresh air and enjoyed the beautiful sunshine of San Diego. What a beautiful day for a fresh start of my education, so my mind was fulfilled with joy. There was nothing to be worried about, not even the language barrier or communication …show more content…
After my parents left, I felt so lonely, especially since I didn 't see any students around, and then I realized I was too early. Back in my Vietnam school starts at 6:30 am, so it would normally be crowded at that hour. Therefore, school in the United States is different. I have been told that I could get some breakfast in school 's cafeteria, so I thought there would be some students over there. In addition, if I was lucky enough I could find some Vietnamese friend who could help me and became my translator for the next few days and a best friend forever in the future. So, I plucked up all of my courage to take the first step into school, but I was transfixed when I saw a huge security guy stand in the front of the gate. I turned around and went back in front of the entrance to the main office again. There were too many thoughts and confusion on my mind such as "Where is the map of the school? I don’t even know where the …show more content…
He was so tall and muscular. For that reason, I felt like I was the smallest Vietnamese ever in this high school. He said "Hi, my name is Tuan and I 'll be your translator." It was difficult for him to say the whole sentence in Vietnamese; I could recognize his unusual accent which also hard for me to understand. In the other hand, my mind just kept on guessing about him such as he couldn 't speak Vietnamese perfectly, then he probably couldn 't understand much of it as well. Beside, Vietnamese is the only language I can speak and understand. I was worried that we might not be able to communicate with each other in the future. I was baffled about all that guess of mine, and I really hope it wasn 't true. Thus, I just smiled a little and said " Thank you, my name is Thy", then I said “How long have you been in America?” He replied" I was born in here". After that, I was answering a few questions, and gave some brief information of mine. Tuan translate the teacher question, he said" She told you to pick your school" because of his accent, I was bewildered. I asked again to make sure in Vietnamese to him "school? Which school? Isn 't this the only school? ". He pointed at the poster on the wall behind me. There are total four small schools “Champs, Ideas, Law and Business (LAB), and Visual Arts School (MVAS)". That was when I understood what he meant; I thought I got kicked out of