Imagine walking into a classroom with eighteen students and you are the only one not speaking English. How would you feel? I would thing that everyone would feel scared and nervous. That how I felt when I walked into my third grade class. I felt so awkward; I thought everyone was expecting me to do a trick, even though I was respectfully introduced to the class. From that moment on I realized I was in a different culture which I could not get away from.
             I was afraid of how my classmates were going to react toward me and nervous for not being able to understand a single word in English. Luckily I came to find out that there was a guy who could speak Spanish. His name was Miguel. Miguel then became my translator.
             Some time's I felt bad because Miguel had to be with me all the time. Miguel could never play with his other friends because he was afraid I would feel left out, our that some one could be rude to me and he would it be there to defend me.
             The only time we were not together was when I went to my ESL classes two hours day, and that's how I started to learn English. All though it was hard for me I tried really hard to learn. I still remember when my classmates tried to talk to me, and I would pretend to understand and simply respond with a smile. When I tried to talk to my classmates or ask them question, I would point at things, or draw little pictures of the things that I was talking about.
             I remember that when I went to my ESL class, the teacher had taught English by showing us little figures. For example, if she was talking about animals she would show us small figures of animals or pictures, I thought learning was fun, but it was hard pronouncing the words. As time went by I was learning more and more.
             Not only was it hard getting adapted to a new school and a new language, but also learning the different in cultures. I still remember learning about Halloween, Thanksgiving, and how Christmas it so d...