I remember when I was 11 years old, back in Mexico. My mom told me that we were going to the United States. At first I felt excited, but my mom said that I had to do my best to learn English. We arrived in the United states, but I had to go to school and finish my education. At the time I was in middle school I was in 7th grade, but as soon as I got there I felt like I was in a different world because I didn’t understand the language. I could not understand the students teachers so I felt like like I was different from everyone. I didn’t wanted to be treated with racism or hatred, so I started to learn English. It wasn’t easy, but after a while I could understand almost all of the things my teachers were talking about in school. Now I’m in high school and about to go to 10 grade but I still need to learn more English.