It was a regular cold morning of August and everyone was exited for the beginning of the school year including me but as soon as the bus arrived to Estacado Junior High, eight grade school at the time, two thoughts started to wonder my mind "what am i going to do?" "I don't know anyone here?" making me sick to m y stomach. It wasnt just any first day it was my first day ever attending a school in the United Statesafter I moved from Mexico a couple of moths before school started. I didn't know how to read, speak, or understand English. It wasn't English were i struggled but in Math as well, I had to learn everything from scratch and the only problem was that i couldn't comprehend anything of what was going on. not everything was bad at this
