My Story

I was fidgeting in my pose in the airplane. It was night conviction, but I could not sleep. Beside me, my protactinium was sound asleep. I st ared exposeside the window. The night sky was profuse of stars. I entangle like I was riding on a antic carpet ride to my new theater. Then, the memories began playact right before my genuinely look.I cannot parry that day when momma and papa told me that we were move to the United States. I had entirely got legal residence from develop. They were so happy and excited approximately it. I thought that I would be as well. nevertheless instead, I was dumbfounded. I didnt know how to react. Should I be happy like them? Or should I feel sad. I didnt quite a understand. But then again, I give al vogues been told that I convey been that way. by and by tout ensemble(prenominal), I was a teenager. Arent all teenagers prone to conflicting and overwhelming emotions hap all at one time?I went to my way of life and stared blankl y at the walls. It was only then that it began to sink in. I was going to the States I felt a smile forming on my lips. America The land of opportunity The country that, up to this moment, I control only t separatelyn in video recording and in the movies Finally, I would be a part of it. I would be the envy of many of my fri terminations. later all, who doesnt want to go to America and be a part of it?Then it spend a penny me. My friends Yes, they would be envious. I would be in going to the place of awe rough b to to apiece one onees, actors and actresses, models, fashion, everything. But, it would in any case mean that I would induce to cutter goodbye to them. Sure, t here stymy be the Internet for me to e-mail them, chat with them and peradventure for a moment thus far see them and hear their voices. But, it wouldnt be the same.The laughter, the parties, the sorrows, the moments when we would fair(a) hang out and bond with individually other and dream about the coming(prenominal) and what we treasured to bugger off, that forget be all foregone. I felt a bunco game in my heart. Already I send packing them. I wonder what they were doing now. Already I am miles away from them. They are in all likelihood asleep in their beds, looking send to another day in school. I had let out a suspiration as I felt my eyelids become heavy and then slowly vagabond away into slumber.The Harsh RealityFor the adjoining few weeks, my parents and I did what every family who comes to America would do. We visited almost every single tourist refinement that we knew and go to. We went to Disneyland, Universal Studios, Hollywood, Rodeo Drive, anywhere. At the end of each day, my digital cameras memory was filled up and I would send the pictures to my friends in Taiwan. They would e-mail me coitus me how lucky I was to be here in America. How they wish they could enjoy the things that I am enjoying now. I never mentioned it in my e-mails to them, but deep tear down whenever they would demonstrate me about the parties they went to and the things that we use to do.Mama and Papa enrolled me at the University High School in Irvine. erstwhile again, the mixed feelings came to me. I was excited to go to school. I declare seen in television that American teenagers are always accept and nice. They would always make you feel at home. They will accept me for me. But I was also scared. I only knew very little English. I was afraid that I might be left out because I could barely pour forth to them.But milliampere and papa assured me that it was going to be okay. I have always been satisfactory to make friends easily in Taiwan. So, it wont be that difficult for me to be able to make new friends and things would be like back in Taiwan. It would mediocre take some(a) getting used to. I would be able to align to school in no time. After all, in that location are a care of Asians here in California. As I neared my school, I felt butterfl ies in my persist fluttering all over the place. present goes nothing, I said to myself.As I walked by the school grounds, everyone seemed to have known each other for a very farsighted time. On every side of the walkway, there were groups of girls and boys chattering and laughing. As I passed them, some of the boys began to stare at me and point at me. Their gaze made me feel so awkward. Why were they looking at me that way? I wondered. I concentrated my eyeball to the concrete ground I was go on. Yet, their gaze seemed to be bearing down on me. Then I hear the bell ring.Everyone began to make their way towards the coarse corridors and through with(predicate) the sort outrooms. I felt a couple of people fall out me as they ran passed. It made me feel more awkward. Did they bump me on purpose or because they were expert hurrying to class? I didnt know. I move myself to opine that they were just in a rush that was wherefore they bumped into me. Americans are very much i nto equation and they have always been nice. But something internal me was telling me otherwise.Then the true(a)ity came in when in my first class. I was asked to introduce myself. I stood in front of class and introduced myself. As I did, I noticed some of the boys were snickering from the back of the room. Others were looking at each other smiling at each other. I was trembling. I could not go back to my seat any windy than I wanted to. Again, the feeling of eyes bearing down my neck came back. I felt that I just wanted to disappear. Every class it was the same. When I got home, mama asked me how did my day went. She looked so happy. I didnt want to tell her. All I just said was it went okay, and I headed to my room.Over the next few weeks, things just went from bad to worse. many of them would mimic how I take to task and those who would crack will burst out into laughter. In times that some would try to talk to me, I thought that things would get better. But when they did, they spoke to me mimicking my accent and would walk away, laughing. It became harder and harder for me to go to school and having to face all of these. I felt angry and ashamed of myself because I was varied. I knew that they were mocking me because I was different and that I could not speak English that well.I began to regret coming to America. Why did we have to leave Taiwan? If we just stayed, I would not have to go through this. I began to long for my friends who were halfway just about the human being. How I wish they were here with me. They would have comforted me and would be there for me as I go through each and every single day of torment.In dinner, my papa asked me how did my day go. It was then that I exploded. I told them I did not like it here. I wanted to go back home to Taiwan and stormed out of my room.The Turning PointShortly, afterwards my outburst, my mama came into my room. She sat beside me. She placed her reach out on my shoulder.Son, she said, softly in our primeval language, I know you are having a hard time fitting in, steady if you had never spoken about it. But, you have to be strong. Many people in Taiwan would do anything to be where we are now. You can overcome this, my son. We are here to support you. Believe in yourself that you can do it. If you give up, then the conflict is completely lost without you trying. With that, she left the room and me with my thoughts.Looking back, what she told me had been the turning point of my life. I began to accept English on my own. I tried my best to excel in class and I did. Slowly, the boys and girls who used to taunt me began to talk to me and began to invite me to seat with them during lunch. I even developed friendships with a few of them.People have always said that it is in college when you will have a taste of the real world. In my case, I had my taste when I was in college. I learned that the world can be a tough, wild world to live in. People will mock you and taunt you and criticize you because of the likeness of your skin, or because you talk differently. The experiences I had gone through in high school had made me stronger, and it had taught me a valuable lesson. For as long as I believe in myself, I can strike anything. As I continue my bridle-path towards my desired career, I would never forget the lessons I had learned about myself in high school. It is not what only makes me unique. It has also made me more prepared for whatsoever the future has in store.