Whenever people think of an immigrant, they always assume that it is an adult crossing the border; but in my case, it was a five-year-old child. It was very hard to adapt to a new lifestyle especially for a young girl. When I moved to the United States from Mexico, the new lifestyle had a tremendous impact on my life.
             As I was crossing the border my life in Mexico flashed before my eyes and I could not believe that my mother was taking me somewhere where I did not want to go. I tried to convince my mother to let me stay home with my "abuelita," she refused; as a result, she explained to me that it would be for the best of our future to move to the United States. I refused to adapt to this new lifestyle for a while, until I realized that I had to stop fighting what was going to become my future.
             In Mexico, I loved going to school because I was able to understand and I was fluent in Spanish. I would sometimes get in trouble because I would talk too much, not just to my friends but also to the teacher. On the other hand, in the United States I was afraid to speak, I did not understand and I was not fluent in English. I became frustrated a lot of times because of the difficulty of learning this new language. I would go home in tears because the kids in school made fun of my English. The incident that changed my life in school was when I started the third grade. On the first week that I was in the third grade my teacher told my mother that I was not going to pass his class. He pressured me a lot because he wanted me to learn English fast. In fact, he would make me read out loud in English and if I did not pronunciate the words correctly he would make fun of me in front of all the students. I had nightmares and I would always cry when my mother took me to class. My mother got fed-up with my crying so she decided to change me to another classroom The teacher in the other classroom was patient with me and by the end of third ...