Walkin Writing Experience

At the age of twelve, I came to this country from Ethiopia. I started school in January, which wasn’t the only horrendous thing. The worst part was the fact that it was during middle school years. I was placed in the seventh grade at the time. That year dealt with panics, anxieties, and stress. I was unprepared, misguided, and disorganized. I was a disaster waiting to happen. Every morning getting up felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest. To make matters worse the language spoken in the United States was completely different than what I spoke; in my country we spoke Amharic. It was very difficult to comprehend some words and to also write in a different language.
As I walked into the unfamiliar building that went unnoticed, I knew instantly that I was lost. I was left with no sense of directions and no sense of the presence of the diverse culture and language that was brought upon me without caution. This undesirable chill rubbed up against me, blinding me by my surprise of the new events that were about to take place. I shut my eyes, in the instant that they opened, I realized that I was in an American school.
The first day was filled with confusion. I did not know where my classes were or where I go to get lunch. …show more content…
It doesn’t even make my least favorite list. It’s buried so deep that it would never see the light of day, so I thought. I’ve never been one to be proud or satisfied with my writing, but moving to this country, it became even harder. The difficulties I had before had now magnified twenty times. To make matters worse, the writing had to be done in a new language with different alphabets. In Ethiopia, everything was in Amharic and the alphabets flowed symphonically, there was no need for little details that needed refinement. The assignment that were given in my country were to write about my family or to describe anything that we felt comfortable doing, but that was not what troubled me