I took a seat in a room people would call “Homeroom”, our teacher called our names for attendance not recognizing her pronunciation of my own name. Then, from a speaker in the wall wounded a voice that said “wrrrr,wrrr ,wrrr,wrrr”, and everyone in the room stood up ( including me) and looked straight to an American flag and repeated that same “wrrr,wrrrr,wrrr” (except for me). I felt shocked, I had been studying English only to discover that I didn’t understand most of what I heard. The bell rang and everyone got out of Homeroom. I did not know where to go. I asked my homeroom teacher with all the English I could recall. She did not understand me, but she pointed out to a door across the hallway after reading from a sheet of paper I had been carrying. Later, I would learn that she was referring to the Language Arts class.
The teacher asked us to introduce ourselves. I told my classmates my name, where I came from and how old I was. I felt like I put everything I knew on the English language in that short phrase. I felt afraid of my future. However, at the end of the year, some teachers told me that they expected me to fail the year. Then, these teachers congratulated me on my hard work a perseverance. They saw me evolve from an unadapted immigrant to someone capable of thriving in any