At age twelve, I left the woman I love the most in Vietnam to start a new life with my dad in the United States. I was always wondering to myself that why my mom doesn't want to go with me, and our family can live together. But then as i've growing up, i realized that she sacrificed to stay there, so my dad can take care of me better. I remember the first day i went to middle school, i was clueless, i couldn't speak English and the people around me, we have different cultures, and ethinicity. When I was in Vietnam, i was the leader of my class, the person who is in charge of everything, i felt so confident and proud of myself. But in United States, I started isolating people, i feel inferiority and started developing a shell to cover myself from the world.
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At the first day of school, I realize how important it is to know English, I can't survive in America if i'm not speaking English at the age I suppose to school. At here, I met Mr. Davidson, he was the kindest teacher I’ve known, he teaches English Language Development class, and I was his student. I was a new immigrants, don't speak or can't understand what people wanted to say. Everything to me is a big fat zero, i'm no different from a baby, toddler learning to walk. Not like a roly poly doll, falls down seven times, stand up eight times, for me I like falling down the bottomless and never found the ground to stand up. But Mr. Davison gives me hope that I can do it, I have to trust myself, I accepted because I know, for me this is only temporary. Another time, when life here is familiar, familiar roads, good English, I'll be more possibilities to achieve my American
At the first day of school, I realize how important it is to know English, I can't survive in America if i'm not speaking English at the age I suppose to school. At here, I met Mr. Davidson, he was the kindest teacher I’ve known, he teaches English Language Development class, and I was his student. I was a new immigrants, don't speak or can't understand what people wanted to say. Everything to me is a big fat zero, i'm no different from a baby, toddler learning to walk. Not like a roly poly doll, falls down seven times, stand up eight times, for me I like falling down the bottomless and never found the ground to stand up. But Mr. Davison gives me hope that I can do it, I have to trust myself, I accepted because I know, for me this is only temporary. Another time, when life here is familiar, familiar roads, good English, I'll be more possibilities to achieve my American