I am a shadow

So, I’m back in school. It is hard to describe the feeling that I have of being back but also knowing that the end will come. I’m halfway done with college and sooner, rather than later, I’ll be graduating. It’s sad to know the end is coming.

It’s funny that I now I don’t want to leave that when I first came here, I didn’t want to begin. My first day of school was a Friday. I had arrived on a Wednesday so it was pretty soon. My parents signed me up for middle school, I entered to the fifth grade. My first class was language arts and it was okay. The class was divided into two. On one side, one teacher would teach the regular class, and on the other, another teacher would teach the newcomers. There were about 10 newcomers and 10 regular students. My second class would be ESL. Than I would math class with the teacher from the first language art class, he taught it in English and Spanish. His name was Mr. Diaz.

My last class, with a teacher named Mrs. Morris, was my social studies and science classes, I believe. I was on my own there. No one to speak Spanish there for me. School ended at 3 and my parents told me to wait in front of the schools, I didn’t know about buses and so they were going to pick me up this time around. I didn’t have a book bag so I was carrying all the books on my own, it was quite awkward.

Eventually I entered the car and just started crying. I mean, really, really badly crying. I didn’t like it. I had exceled at school in Mexico and now, with the language barrier, everything fell apart for me. Everything was so different. I told my parents that I hated it and wanted to go back, I missed my friends and I didn’t see what the big deal was about being in States. I was 10 at the time. My parents of course didn’t follow with my wishes and I reluctantly went back to school. I cried again, a couple of days later because I didn’t understand anything. I would cry later on, in school, for different reasons and that story will come at a later time.

But it is amazing to see how I’ve progressed from knowing nothing to being here, at one of the best universities in the nation. Never would have I imagined, 10 years ago, that I would be sitting here writing something like this.

That’s what I’ve been thinking about. That and school in general. I’ve been taking walks outside at night, tonight was the first time that my roommate saw me take one and I’m sure it won’t be the last one. I think a lot, too much for my own good. Specially on those walks I take. Well, neither tomorrow or Monday will be available for thinking though, things to do and people to see. I’m just glad to be back, more so than any of my friends could possibly imagine.