“Wake up,” my mom said. Then she politely tapped my shoulder.
It was 6:00 am, and it would be my first day of middle school in the United States. Months before my dad had taken us from Mexico to Paramount a small city in Los Angeles County “I don’t want to go” I said to my mom,” you have to go that’s why we came here for.” That morning I was scare of staring school in a new country, with people speaking a different language that I did not even know a word of. After waking up my mom, I took a shower. Put on the plane uniformed and then when to the kitchen to eat some serial. I looked at my backed pack to check that I had the essentials. Then I told my parents that I was ready. We drove to the school. My dad parked in the school parking lot, I looked at the students inside, they all that the same uniform, a white polo shirt with blue jeans. It looked like a small army of little solders all in lines waiting for the teacher to come. We when to the office to register me. Inside the office there was a resection where there were two secretaries, both of them Hispanic. My mom explained that she wanted to enroll me in the school, she asked her for some papers and my mom was like always. She then gave her the papers that they asked. She then gave me …show more content…
She started the class by “ blah blah blah blah blah “ then she stated calling roll. The students would stand up and say “blah blah blah blah blah…..”At that moment I was freaking out I asked myself what the heck were they saying? What will I do when she calls my name? I then told myself to relax and that I would figure something out. But even if I tried so hard to relax, I couldn’t, I was running all of the possibilities in my head. What if they all make fun of me? What if they call me ignorant?, wait does it matter I can’t understand them. Next thing I knew the teacher called “Alberto
It was 6:00 am, and it would be my first day of middle school in the United States. Months before my dad had taken us from Mexico to Paramount a small city in Los Angeles County “I don’t want to go” I said to my mom,” you have to go that’s why we came here for.” That morning I was scare of staring school in a new country, with people speaking a different language that I did not even know a word of. After waking up my mom, I took a shower. Put on the plane uniformed and then when to the kitchen to eat some serial. I looked at my backed pack to check that I had the essentials. Then I told my parents that I was ready. We drove to the school. My dad parked in the school parking lot, I looked at the students inside, they all that the same uniform, a white polo shirt with blue jeans. It looked like a small army of little solders all in lines waiting for the teacher to come. We when to the office to register me. Inside the office there was a resection where there were two secretaries, both of them Hispanic. My mom explained that she wanted to enroll me in the school, she asked her for some papers and my mom was like always. She then gave her the papers that they asked. She then gave me …show more content…
She started the class by “ blah blah blah blah blah “ then she stated calling roll. The students would stand up and say “blah blah blah blah blah…..”At that moment I was freaking out I asked myself what the heck were they saying? What will I do when she calls my name? I then told myself to relax and that I would figure something out. But even if I tried so hard to relax, I couldn’t, I was running all of the possibilities in my head. What if they all make fun of me? What if they call me ignorant?, wait does it matter I can’t understand them. Next thing I knew the teacher called “Alberto