school, I pleaded how I am going to start my new life. Right when the truck stopped,
I cranked the door open and saw the white ceramic floor, the red and grey lockers,
and the alphabetically arranged hallways. I was in an American High school. At this
moment a jolt off energy gushed through me and made me feel on top of the world
however as the day progressed, I caught myself observing the ceramic floor more
than the diverse group of people in this school. I felt as if I was an “inbetweener”
and I am not even bi-racial. This feeling of being an outcast made me homesick,
therefore the seven hours I spent in school felt like prison and the lunch breaks were …show more content…
After a few months of going through the same bubbled routine, my
English II teacher gave me a book called “The Gifted Hands,” in order for me to get
out of my comfort zone. It was after reading this book, about Ben Carson, I realized
I am not the only kid in high school that is feeling out of place. I learned that
although our experiences might differ, we were all sophomores hoping to zoom
through these few years and become seniors.
Once I established this common ground, I was able to interact more comfortably
with them. Yet I still felt a wedge between us that seemed to never disappear.
Immediately, I came to realize that where I grew up was not a disadvantage, it was
the one thing I will hold dear later in the years because it gave me my unique
perspective. Specifically, growing up in an environment where opportunities were
extremely scarce, forced me to see the world in either two ways, as a pessimist or an
optimist, I chose the latter. I came to the land of opportunity, said by every
foreigner, to get a better education and help the people of my society.
Furthermore, the most crucial lesson I learned from meeting new people, with a
different set of beliefs than mine, was to adapt to the change. On the contrary,