2011 11 06

It's Sunday, this awful week is about to end. I am very depressed this whole week, because I think I am not improving. This is my fifth year in this system, and I feel like I am not learning that much as before. I can still remember when I was grade five, my father  decided to send me to HIS, but the problem is I can't speak English. The only phrases I know in English is "How are you" and "I'm fine thank you, and you?"  The first day of school, the teacher asked me what's my name. This question is easy, I can answer it without thinking, but than she asked me how to spell my last name. I was shocked, I don't know how to spell my last name, because I never write my last name in English before. Starting from that moment, I know that I need to work twice as hard as everyone else to catch up the gape. I cried every single day in the first week. I couldn't understand what the teachers was talking about, the home work was too hard for me, I could't understand a single word in my text book. My father was shocked too, he didn't know that her daughter's English was that bad. He helped me to do my Social Studies homework and hired a twitter for me. I can still remember that the first time I feel proud of myself in HIS was when I got 2 out of 20 in a vocabulary test. I worked very hard a year and a half later, I transferred to PAS, I was so happy when my mom told me that someone from PAS called her and said that I pass the test and I am in mainstream, not ESL.  I have been feeling more comfotable with this new system everyday, but this year,  I don't think I am improving that much as before. I want to work harder so my parents won't regret sending me to American school.