"Eleven" by Sandra Cisneros

I came to this country when I was 13 years old. I think the year was 1995 and the month was september. My dad didn't admit me to the school, because I couldn't speak english. He wanted me to go to library or get used to with the language or the culture first. On the other hand my yonger brother went to school at the same month the reason was he went to english school in our country, so he had pretty much good idea how to speak english. First I was so mad at my dad. My plan was to go to school and get used to with it, than it will probably be easy for me. I thought that we might be in the fast generation, but we are still following the same rule that our grandmother and her generation did. But I was wrong, when I finally got to school the next year I realize that whatever my dad did was right. The first day of my school in United States was horible, was exremely embarassing. I didn't know that the junior high shcool kids are so rude. When I got to my classes every teacher told me to introduce myself to the whole class. So I tried my best to talk in english and introduced myself, than I realize that the whole class was making fun of me and the way I spoke english. I felt so bad and I was so embararessed that I could barelly walk infront the class and take my seat. After that I thought that I woudn't make it, I wouldn't able to go to school anymore. But I am still doing school and got used to it, sometime I think that the student are from the foreign country we all should respect them the way we respect our friends. The same way they can't speak english we can't speak their language neither.