Intermediate English Class

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While I was growing up I would have never imagined that at I was going to change the language I spoke, wrote and read but it happened. I was 13 years old when my parents decided to move from Mexico City to Phoenix, AZ. It was the summer of 2006; I didn’t start school right away until 3 months later on August 21, 2006 at 8:30 a.m. the changed began. I was going to emerge into a totally different culture where there were a few individuals that spoke the language that I’d had known my entire life.
When I started school I knew less than the basic vocabulary to start a conversation, make up questions or answer them. So I had 3 ESL classes to build up the language that I was about to learn and keep for the rest of my life. I learned from the very
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This first essay that wrote was about a childhood experience but even though I knew what I wanted to say the sentences would just not fit in place, every time that I wanted to write in English only Spanish thoughts would come out so I wrote it in Spanish and then translated it into English thinking that it was going to work but it didn’t. Since at that time I only had Internet access at school I did not have a chance to translate it online or even if I would of done it that way translation pages would not always translate the way they’re supposed to so I did it with the knowledge that I had and turned it in. The grade was a disaster and the teacher asked me why such a bad grade so I told her the truth that my thoughts were in Spanish and in fact they still are. She told me that it was ok to think in Spanish but I had to write them right away in English otherwise sentences would be harder to …show more content…
Many times I had to do it and not only in my English class but also in other classes, one of them was the Business and computers class. In that class there were a few students that had English as a second language and that always seemed to care less to the teacher, he would never make an effort to explain better so students like me had better comprehension of what we were supposed to do during class or for homework. One day he made me stand up and read out loud an entire paragraph that for me appeared to be a page full of words that I did not know the meaning or the pronunciation of them, I was so embarrassed after I finished reading the paragraph that I didn’t want to go back to that class but that couldn’t be so I had to swallow the embarrassment and go back to it. That is probably why I don’t like reading in front of people, I can read to myself and feel what I’m reading but I can’t feel the same if I’m reading to