Moving to the U.S.

Here is a fifth grader's perspective on being in an American school for the first time:

The first day of school. My mom and grandma drove me to school. I didn't know English. Mrs. M. showed me the school and she taught me English.

First I felt scared, but then all of my classmates were really nice. They were saying ‘’Hola Senorita’’, while N. was translating some words. The other words that they were saying were ‘’ I’m loco’’. I started feeling excited. Next my classmates and teacher wrote sentences strips saying what they like. Someone likes cheetahs, and the next person said I like birds. The other person said I like cats, and the next person said I like dogs. I felt content because they expressed themselves and now I knew what they like.

            Then like 10 minutes later, it was time to go to the the buses. When I was already at the bus the people were saying ‘’Hi".  J. and N. introduced them and they told them that I speak Spanish. After my parents asked me how was my day and I told them it was really nice. I felt happy because I got to know my classmates better.