Changing Places
There are moments in life, when things around have to change some way or another. The worst moments when turning points take place in your life are when you can’t do anything about it, and you don’t have control over it. There is a challenge for everyone in their existence. Whether you face it, and go on or you give up. But I have heard people say that you can get something positive out of the negative.
When I was 15 years old, I was just graduated from middle school in Puerto Rico. My mother and stepfather decided to move to United States, a decision that I did not agree with. I didn’t want to move from one country to another because I grew up in Puerto Rico. Moving up to Schenectady N.Y was going to be something completely new and unusual for me. Everything was against me, the language, the social structure, the values and the culture.
My parents made the final decision. On August 10, 2005 I moved to Schenectady N.Y. finding a residence here was not bad at all. Actually, the second day I was in Schenectady my family already had an apartment. My family didn’t struggle a lot because church members helped them. They provided house furniture, a car, and clothing, also other church member provided school materials to start school on September.
My first school year in U.S was September 4th, 2005 and my nightmare started. I remember my first day of school as if it was today. I got in to this huge building, surrounded with glass doors and windows; something new for me. It was crowded with students from different nationalities but all the ones I saw were black and white. Hall monitors were helping students and while I was lost in the crowd, trying to follow this crazy schedule that never tried out before I finally got to my destination, homeroom. My homeroom teacher started giving us papers, and our regular schedule. I just wanted to cry because I didn’t understand anything that was going on, and every classroom I went to, and the teacher asked me...