There was a feeling that kept going through my mind again and again. I was not able to tell what kind of feeling it was, but I knew that it was something I had to worry about. "I am looking at the same moon; I am wearing the same set of clothes. How come everything that is surrounding me has been totally changed?" That was the first feeling that came from my mind on the first day, when I immigrated to the United States two years ago. I had this scary feeling that kept following me and made me very nervous.
             I didn't know how to face this new foreign country. I was not brave enough to find out or solve this problem myself, but I would be glad to see myself again. I know I have to build up my English skills form level zero to above. I was not able to talk with the Americans; I could barely understand them; I couldn't even express myself to them. I felt that I got separated from them. I felt isolated and abandoned.
             On the first night of slept in San Francisco, I had a hard time getting myself to sleep, especially since I wasn't sleeping in my old bed and pillows. Something was strange to me again, and I had a feeling that I would have a terrible night. I had a dream that I went into a place that I've never been before. I was seeing people push me out of a classroom that I was going in. I tried to learn with them, but they didn't welcome me. They picked on me because I didn't speak their language, and I was not born in the United States. I got seized out from the room with my messy hair. I was very indignant to try to fight back, but they were too tough for me. I just knew that was a horrible nightmare.
             I kept on thinking about this dream again and again; I was scared it would come true in real life. I was scared to go to school now because I couldn't communicate with the local people. I don't want to be fooled by anyone. I wanted someone to talk to, someone who could understand ...