The first book that was ever read to me in the English language was called “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” --the book that allowed me to become the person I am today. Can you believe that? A children’s book defines the journey of my continual life. Inspiration comes to people in many forms and ways yet this one book read to me by my first-grade teacher, Mrs. Jenks, stuck with me till this day.
“I do not belong here” was the first thought that came into my head on the bright, sunny day of September 7th, 2005. It was a crisp and clean smell that day as if it rained the earlier days. This day, marked my first day of school in a new country. A new life for me. However, it was not my home. My home was Pakistan, so why would my parents be selfish …show more content…
To be able to learn the English language, you had to be lavish and rich--which my family was far from. We struggled to get food on our table every day, let alone have the money to learn such a knowledgeable and demanding language. My mother attended a Catholic school when she was a child, so I was taught the basic aspects of the English …show more content…
It scares me. It always has since that day in first grade. Due to the fear that resided in my mind of being laughed at again, I had always refused to open up. I knew that was not the way to conquer my fear. My goal has always been to become a person that would overcome people’s judgment and be happy with who I am. My language may not be English, but it is a language that I am proud of. It defines me as an individual and where I come from and there is no fear in that.
Every day since that book was read to me, I would go home and sit at the computer watching videos on YouTube or opening books and having my mom read them to me. Over time, I got better at pronouncing and enunciating words which allowed me to sit in class every day and be happy. I would be that weird kid sitting there reading a dictionary but I did not care. I was comfortable, this place had started to feel like home to
“I do not belong here” was the first thought that came into my head on the bright, sunny day of September 7th, 2005. It was a crisp and clean smell that day as if it rained the earlier days. This day, marked my first day of school in a new country. A new life for me. However, it was not my home. My home was Pakistan, so why would my parents be selfish …show more content…
To be able to learn the English language, you had to be lavish and rich--which my family was far from. We struggled to get food on our table every day, let alone have the money to learn such a knowledgeable and demanding language. My mother attended a Catholic school when she was a child, so I was taught the basic aspects of the English …show more content…
It scares me. It always has since that day in first grade. Due to the fear that resided in my mind of being laughed at again, I had always refused to open up. I knew that was not the way to conquer my fear. My goal has always been to become a person that would overcome people’s judgment and be happy with who I am. My language may not be English, but it is a language that I am proud of. It defines me as an individual and where I come from and there is no fear in that.
Every day since that book was read to me, I would go home and sit at the computer watching videos on YouTube or opening books and having my mom read them to me. Over time, I got better at pronouncing and enunciating words which allowed me to sit in class every day and be happy. I would be that weird kid sitting there reading a dictionary but I did not care. I was comfortable, this place had started to feel like home to