A significant event in my life as a reader and a writer was when I attended an American elementary school in Miami, Florida. In July of 2005, my family of 6 moved to the United States and a month later I was enrolled in Rockway Elementary School. I recall the small, pink classroom and the chipped tables were joined in groups of four. My third grade teacher, Mrs. Paris was a 300 lbs, blonde, smelly, American lady which oddly spoke Spanish. Every morning we had to write a journal and the room would be super quiet and the only sound was the scribbling of pencils on paper. I always hated that time because I felt retarded and lost and the teacher asked me to just sit there instead of teaching me how to write.
That day, I went home and told my parents all about my day and my teacher. The next day I was enrolled in ESOL which is an English learning program for foreign students. Needless to say, my teacher stopped being nice to me because my parents complained. I was so tired of feeling lost and relying on people to translate words for me that I set a goal for myself. I was determined to learn how to write and read in English by the end of the year.
During the first month in journal time, I copied what the girl next to me wrote down the best I could …show more content…
I read a thick “Calvin and Hobbes” comic book every week and I kept a personal diary. I was proud of my writing until the FCAT was mentioned. I began to doubt if I would ever pass third grade and if I would finish ESOL. I practiced FCAT questions at home and I began reading fifth grader books. I barely slept nor ate at home. The day of the FCAT arrived and surprisingly I wasn’t nervous. I looked around and only the kids around me were covering their papers during the whole test. I felt hurt and angry but I wasn’t going to let them ruin my good mood and confidence. I took the FCAT and I waited impatiently for the
That day, I went home and told my parents all about my day and my teacher. The next day I was enrolled in ESOL which is an English learning program for foreign students. Needless to say, my teacher stopped being nice to me because my parents complained. I was so tired of feeling lost and relying on people to translate words for me that I set a goal for myself. I was determined to learn how to write and read in English by the end of the year.
During the first month in journal time, I copied what the girl next to me wrote down the best I could …show more content…
I read a thick “Calvin and Hobbes” comic book every week and I kept a personal diary. I was proud of my writing until the FCAT was mentioned. I began to doubt if I would ever pass third grade and if I would finish ESOL. I practiced FCAT questions at home and I began reading fifth grader books. I barely slept nor ate at home. The day of the FCAT arrived and surprisingly I wasn’t nervous. I looked around and only the kids around me were covering their papers during the whole test. I felt hurt and angry but I wasn’t going to let them ruin my good mood and confidence. I took the FCAT and I waited impatiently for the