I watched the entrance, where the remaining few students entered and were greeted by their friends like a mini reunion. The class was covered in aquatic animals, inspirational quotes, and a giant smart board that read “Welcome to English 9.” The bell rang, “Good morning students’ and welcome to English 9, for today’s assignment I would like for you guys to get in groups of four,” said the English Teacher. Everyone quickly scrambled to get in groups with their friends. The sight of a group of three girls made me feel welcome, I asked “Can I join your group?”…
I was excited at first about the first day of school, but when I got there I was really nervous. I could not stop thinking about what if I do not make any friends? What will the other students be like? My first day of school was similar to August’s because I had never been to public school before either, and like him, I wondered what the other kids would be like.…
My father moved from Haiti to the United States in order for me and my other siblings to have better opportunities and access to resources. He brings me to the United at the age of twelve years old. I had the chance to attend middle school and high school. As their second oldest, I will be the first in our family to attend college. My older brother didn't have the chance to do so because my dad income was very low since he didn't speak English.…
The move from Bangladesh to Canada was not as delightful as my father had prayed it to be. There was no light at the end of the tunnel for my family. Abandoning an entire culture that my family and I was accustomed to and adapting to a new one, leaving our loved ones behind for our own happiness and leaving everything we had behind to live a life filled with bliss, was not everything that it was cut out to be. Upon our arrival only tragedies followed one after another. Our lives, especially Baba’s became a series of unfortunate events, which just never had a stop to it.…
12th August 2012, the day which was an attack of nerves for me. I was very intimidated to move Scotland from Nepal which made me wrecked. I was really unhappy as I was leaving behind my home, grandparents, friends and culture. Nepal is a fascinating country where I was born. It is a place close to my heart and always will be.…
Reluctantly stumbling through a sea of all different walks of life, I tightly held on to my clunky lunch box as it bumped into every new face I passed. I scrambled around the intimidatingly large campus of Cypress Bay High School searching for my classroom. “Excuse me, do you happen to know where the 300’s building is?” I asked in a shaken voice, but no one seemed to hear me. It was as if everyone spoke a different language that I did not understand.…
By going abroad and having absorbed different landscapes, cultures, and values, I am able to analyze more complex problems and find new ways to solve them. I moved to Guatemala, where I first had a notion of life preservation through the Mayans, the Native Indian tribes. I went to reservations to provide assistance to the people and see the Mayan pyramids and was given a lecture by a leader of the community, who taught me about Mayan history and traditions as well as natural preservation, geography, and architecture. Being in this country, I learn how to appreciate other cultures and by being surrounded by beautiful landscapes I learned more about being aware of the world around me.…
In the 19 years I have been alive, I have lived in three states, five towns, eight houses, and now, two countries. Right before I finished high school my parents decided to move to Guatemala. I welcomed the change because I had been visiting Guatemala every summer since I was 15, and my heart always seemed at peace there. The closest I perpetually felt at home was when I lived in Guatemala, though I resided there for a short time. Every day greeted me with words rolling off my tongue I previously did not know, the taste of delicious and unique foods, and a breathtaking landscape, complete with the view of an active volcano outside of my bedroom window.…
It had been a few weeks since your parents died in a tragic plane crash, though you didn’t feel all that sad. Of course, you were slightly upset, but it wasn’t that bad. Your parents had never really built an emotional bond with you. They were more like dictators, they forced you to be the three P’s: posh, proper, and polite. When you wanted to play outside with the other kids, they shook their head in distaste, your mother telling you that’s not what ladies do.…
This was a story of around 2009-10; I was living in Bhutanese refugee camp in Nepal. I was born and raised in refugee camp and lived until I migrated to the U.S. I was only fifteen years old when I graduated form high school. Back in place where I came from, we finished our high school in 10th grade. I was not only first one in my family but in my communities to finished high school. I was so enthusiastic and excited.…
Our uncle receives us from the airport and finally our 24 hours of travel ended. Since Pakistan and American have fourteen hours of time difference it took me almost a week to adjust my sleep. Soon after the fall break, I was able to join Zionsville High School as a junior. Zionsville High School wasn’t a big school as compared to other Indiana’s school, but it was huge for me because in Pakistan I studied in private school which are much smaller. On Friday they gave me a map and told me to come from Monday.…
I couldn’t accept the fact that I was moving to America. I felt like I was dreaming, or like I was part of a movie or something. Despite the fact that I was still laying down on my bed, I felt like I just ran a race. My heart was beating as fast as a cheetah, and I could barely contain my excitement. When the rooster crowed, I immediately got up, took a shower, changed my clothes, and went to my luggage, which I packed the night before.…
Affton, Affton is some little place in St.Louis Missouri. Just the same old same old happens here, nothing too important happens. It is early January and the beginning of semester 2 of freshman year at Affton High School and another boring and depressing half of the school year is about to start. I go through all my first four classes of the day and just hope this semester goes by fast, Then I arrive in art class, same old art teacher from last semester, Mr.Breuer, but I did not know anybody in the class, everyone was upperclassman and well I did not know any of them. I look around at all these upperclassman and I just stumble upon this one person, I had never seen this person before, were they a senior?…
I would like to go to cross country camp this week to help in actualizing my personal goal of becoming a better runner by being able to improve not just my physical but also my mental toughness and so I can help the Rockford cross country team as much as I can. I have always been active and played sports but I did not take up running until 8th grade when I joined the track team. Since then, I have taken running seriously and have strived to be the best runner I can be. After thoroughly enjoying my first year of high school track, I knew I wanted to do cross country this year.…
Everyone has that one person that has impacted them in more ways than one during high school, whether it be a teacher, parent, family member or even a student. Rayven was a five-foot tall, Native American girl with a spicy attitude. She had the darkest hair and the deepest blue eyes you could imagine, and she could warm a room the second she flashed her gorgeous smile. There was no such thing as a bad day to her because “every day above ground is a good day,” as she would always say. I had just entered the halls of Mulvane High School as a freshman.…