On September 25, 2005 I moved from Ethiopia to Atlanta, Georgia. At first everything was so confusing. I was not happy about moving to America. I had to leave behind my friends and family. I had to learn a new language and learn how to speak, read, and write. I had already learned to speak Amharic and Arabic. After my parents and I got situated in America, I started going to school. I went to Jolly Elementary, and I was placed in kindergarten. The school was huge and there were lots of kids compared to my school in Ethiopia. When I went to class I was so confused and nervous. I didn’t understand what they were saying so I sat in class and just looked around. There were so many toys and pictures. After a while I started to get tired and I went
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Ms. Corey gave me flashcards with words on them. I took the cards home so my dad could help me. This time, he made it into a game my mom vs me. The winner would get some delicious vanilla ice-cream. After we finished the ice cream, my mom and I knew how to pronounce all the words in the that stack. Ms. Corey was surprised by the rate I was learning, so she gave me a book to read. This time, I didn’t take it to my dad, and I tried reading it alone. In the beginning it was tough, but I started sounding the words out and it got better. Ms. Corey gave me a book every day for the next month. Overtime, I got better at reading and my speaking was improving as well. Ms. Corey saw me sitting by myself, so she moved me to a table full of kids so I could make some friends.
When I sat down this boy turned around to speak with me. “Hi, my name is Alex,” said the boy. “Hi, my name is Michael,” I said. That was the first real conversation I had in English. Alex and I became good friends after that. I later found out that he was doing well in that class and he also lived in my neighborhood. So we would have play dates and he would help me with my speaking. As our friendship grew, my English got
Ms. Corey gave me flashcards with words on them. I took the cards home so my dad could help me. This time, he made it into a game my mom vs me. The winner would get some delicious vanilla ice-cream. After we finished the ice cream, my mom and I knew how to pronounce all the words in the that stack. Ms. Corey was surprised by the rate I was learning, so she gave me a book to read. This time, I didn’t take it to my dad, and I tried reading it alone. In the beginning it was tough, but I started sounding the words out and it got better. Ms. Corey gave me a book every day for the next month. Overtime, I got better at reading and my speaking was improving as well. Ms. Corey saw me sitting by myself, so she moved me to a table full of kids so I could make some friends.
When I sat down this boy turned around to speak with me. “Hi, my name is Alex,” said the boy. “Hi, my name is Michael,” I said. That was the first real conversation I had in English. Alex and I became good friends after that. I later found out that he was doing well in that class and he also lived in my neighborhood. So we would have play dates and he would help me with my speaking. As our friendship grew, my English got