The college always scared me even by hearing the word. I was so nervous to go to the college, because I am anti-social and quiet. I never liked adjusting to a new environment. When I watch American movies, I often see how American college is like, and when I see a student who does not have friends and always eat lunch alone, I felt like that would be me in the future. I worried a lot and did not want to leave my friends and my host family. I also worried about the courses, I was afraid I can’t follow up with the classes. I thought college as starting a new life. My host mother often said to me that college will change my life; how I spend my time and who I hang out with will affect my life greatly. I studied abroad for a long time, so many
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Since English is my second language, I worried how difficult it would be. I thought to myself, there would be a huge difference between high school English and college English. However, my concern disappeared when I met my English 101 teacher, Professor Joel Shaver. He made funny jokes and tried to be friendly instead of being a strict professor. I was finally able to relieve and relax a little bit. The first paper assignment was a personal narrative. I think it was good to be the first paper assignment, because it 's writing about my story, so everything was in my brain; what I am going to write about, and how I am going to arrange it. It was probably less stressful than search information on the internet. I also had a lot to write about, because I had so many life experiences that affected …show more content…
My sister and I arrived in Seattle and we were so scared. We needed to arrive at dorm by 3p.m. in order to sign up, but since we are international passengers, it took a long time in the airport. As a result, we couldn’t make it to the dorm on time. We were only late for 10 minutes, but the dorm was closed and no one was there. We had four big suitcases and two small ones so it was hard to move. This was our first time in Seattle; we didn’t know anything, anyone, and we could not text or call someone. If there was Wi-Fi, we would search a place to sleep. It was completely hopeless. I really wanted to cry. The first day was probably the worst day in my life. It was such an anxious and uneasy day. We stood at the bus station with the look that seems like the whole world has been collapsed. Suddenly the two girls from Vietnam came to us. They said they wanted to help us. They were sisters and the younger sister just arrived in Seattle, too, and she will go to the Seattle Central. It was like a destiny, we had so many common things. They helped us to go to a hotel in Chinatown. Without them, we probably had to be a homeless for one
Since English is my second language, I worried how difficult it would be. I thought to myself, there would be a huge difference between high school English and college English. However, my concern disappeared when I met my English 101 teacher, Professor Joel Shaver. He made funny jokes and tried to be friendly instead of being a strict professor. I was finally able to relieve and relax a little bit. The first paper assignment was a personal narrative. I think it was good to be the first paper assignment, because it 's writing about my story, so everything was in my brain; what I am going to write about, and how I am going to arrange it. It was probably less stressful than search information on the internet. I also had a lot to write about, because I had so many life experiences that affected …show more content…
My sister and I arrived in Seattle and we were so scared. We needed to arrive at dorm by 3p.m. in order to sign up, but since we are international passengers, it took a long time in the airport. As a result, we couldn’t make it to the dorm on time. We were only late for 10 minutes, but the dorm was closed and no one was there. We had four big suitcases and two small ones so it was hard to move. This was our first time in Seattle; we didn’t know anything, anyone, and we could not text or call someone. If there was Wi-Fi, we would search a place to sleep. It was completely hopeless. I really wanted to cry. The first day was probably the worst day in my life. It was such an anxious and uneasy day. We stood at the bus station with the look that seems like the whole world has been collapsed. Suddenly the two girls from Vietnam came to us. They said they wanted to help us. They were sisters and the younger sister just arrived in Seattle, too, and she will go to the Seattle Central. It was like a destiny, we had so many common things. They helped us to go to a hotel in Chinatown. Without them, we probably had to be a homeless for one