I was 8, finishing 2nd grade, when I moved to America and left my homeland. I didn’t realize how much this would change my life. All I thought at the time is that I am going on a plane. Planes are cool when you’re a young child. Planes can fly. But I knew what was going on. I had to say goodbye to all my friends, all my classmates, and the rest of my family. But that wasn’t the hardest thing. The hardest thing for me was to depart from my best friend. We did everything together. We were like brothers. America, a much different place, in every possible way. It was like being in a different planet. The air didn’t feel the same. The water tasted different. All the foods were different, all the vegetables tasted unique, and all the fruits were
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I felt as if I was away, in a long vacation. But at the time I wasn’t thinking of my homeland, nor my friends and family. At the time I was adapting to the culture, there wasn’t much room to think of the past. There was only room left to learn, to change.
But in America it was different. There wasn’t one way that everyone behaved. There was multiple things going on. The music genres are very diverse, there is hard metal, country, rap, pop and much more. From where I come from, I remember that everyone listens to the same things, there was only about 3 genres that varied. There wasn’t one path to follow, there was much variety in everything. There wasn't a correct way to act, everyone had their unique ways.
I started 3rd grade, and it was very easy to fit in. I communicated and participated. It is much easier when you’re young. I remember that I never actually knew what was going on, neither did I try to. I just followed the rest of the group, and it seemed to work very well. I wasn’t the only one who was from overseas, so it was easy to relate to some of my friends. On the other hand, I had some advantages. I was the fastest runner in the class, and always impressed classmates with my artistic talents. Our school had a competition for drawing the yearbook cover, and I didn’t want to do it, but my mom encouraged me to. So I decided to slack on it, and apparently it still won. I was also ahead in math. I found it funny how our teacher was teaching us addition,
I felt as if I was away, in a long vacation. But at the time I wasn’t thinking of my homeland, nor my friends and family. At the time I was adapting to the culture, there wasn’t much room to think of the past. There was only room left to learn, to change.
But in America it was different. There wasn’t one way that everyone behaved. There was multiple things going on. The music genres are very diverse, there is hard metal, country, rap, pop and much more. From where I come from, I remember that everyone listens to the same things, there was only about 3 genres that varied. There wasn’t one path to follow, there was much variety in everything. There wasn't a correct way to act, everyone had their unique ways.
I started 3rd grade, and it was very easy to fit in. I communicated and participated. It is much easier when you’re young. I remember that I never actually knew what was going on, neither did I try to. I just followed the rest of the group, and it seemed to work very well. I wasn’t the only one who was from overseas, so it was easy to relate to some of my friends. On the other hand, I had some advantages. I was the fastest runner in the class, and always impressed classmates with my artistic talents. Our school had a competition for drawing the yearbook cover, and I didn’t want to do it, but my mom encouraged me to. So I decided to slack on it, and apparently it still won. I was also ahead in math. I found it funny how our teacher was teaching us addition,