In sixth grade, I was in ELL class because I came from Vietnam to America when I was eight so I didn’t speak English fluently. In that class, I was a hardworking student that tried her best to get a good grade. My skill at math is very strong but when it came to English, I was doing decent but not my best. I was confused when I’m reading an unfamiliar words or sentences. When I’m doing a project that included writing an essay, I was terrified but I stayed after school to work on it. During my sixth grade, I was trying to be a perfect student by trying to get a good grade, focus in school, and not get in trouble. One time when I was checking my grade, it drops by half a letter grade and I was crushed inside when I saw that. I ask myself
