The path to english There i was on a sunny august day in st louis missouri, it was the first day of school and i was starting 5th grade my family had just moved to the U.S over the summer. I was feeling very anxious that day, i didn’t know weather i was ready for school here or not. I didn’t know the language, i didn’t know anyone, everything was just different here. It had been only few months since we moved here so i was still feeling homesick missing all my friends there, i really didn’t like being in United states at that time. There i was in a school in different country, with random people around me and not having any idea what to say. I had known very little english when i first came here, i could write a little bit and only knew few words like hey, or what's up. I came from India a non-english speaking country, to the United states ,a english speaking country. Since i didn’t even know a little bit of english they had to put me in a special class ESOL. It was a program to help the non english speakers learn how to read and write. I had a very nice teacher named Mrs. Taylor, she was an older lady in her 50’s. She was always helpful and nice to me, she’s basically the reason that today i am able to read and write and fully understand the language.
I was struggling in the beginning but Mrs. Taylor helped me, she worked with me at my pace and helped me understand English better. I remember struggling through all my classes almost all the way to middle school, i wouldn’t know anything. Not knowing English made me feel that I was stupid, it killed all my self-esteem. I was falling all my classes, i had never failed classes before i was always a bright student. They kept me in the special program “ESOL” for two years, i started with no prior knowledge about english, and learned how to read and write in two years. I think the ESOL class helped a lot but i