Personal Narrative: Guam School In The United States

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The first thing I noticed as soon as I got off the plane was that the smell of the air was different. It did not smell as fresh as it was in Guam, which intrigued me. It was one where I would spend my days smelling as I walked to and from my new school. This time the school that I went to was not a private school but a public school. My first ever experience in a “truly” American school in the States. I never thought of the Guam schools were as “American” so the first time I got here I labeled everything in the United States “American” and everything in Guam as “Guam”, despite the fact that Guam is a part of the United States.
The first day of school was totally bizarre for me. I had no idea what classroom I was in or what the teacher was called. My memory was like a fog to me, not knowing where to go, the idea that I would somehow embarrass myself, and the that everyone would exclude me scared the living daylights out of me. (Simile) Back when I was in Guam getting ready to come to the United States everyone close to me implanted the ideas of the dangers in public schools. They told me that people would judge you there if you did something wrong and that if you did not fit in with them they would bully
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I spent my life living for others during the time I lived in the Brookline. Doing so impacted my life a bunch, even until now, it has just kind of became who I was. I do know that I should change and that is what I was trying to do ever since I moved to Winchester. It was somehow “incorporated” into my nature when I act differently so that others would not judge me. The experience that I gained out of this was an easy skill to just detach myself from others. Currently I am trying to erase that bad habit of mine which is caring that people will judge me for who I am, and instead of being separate I would join

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