In March of 2012, I arrived to America. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw a group of people chatting in English fluently. I looked at them with some fear and was worried that I wasn’t going to fit into this society. I missed my friends, my school and the sounds of Arabic being spoken. Later on, I had to attend my first American school. Everything was so much different from what I was used to. The classrooms were bigger and more modern. In Syria, the students would stay in one place and the teachers would go from room to room. I was also not used to the idea of group activities and open discussions because in Syria it was strictly lecture style. The people here spoke an unfamiliar language to me and dressed differently. In this moment,
