I remember my first day of my school at South. My first class was "Ping Pong". I was looking for my classroom. I went there but nobody was there. On the second day the same thing happened. So I went to the main office but I couldn't speak English and they didn't speak Spanish. I saw a Mexican American in the office. He was looking for a teacher, and he asked me in Spanish, "Are you new?" So he translated everything, then he told me where my classroom was.
I went to the class and the teacher asked me, "Are you in this class?" I couldn't speak English, and I didn't understand what he was talking about. He asked the students,"Does anybody speak Spanish?" Some of them said "yes"; but when they tried to ask me they didn't know how to say "What is your name?" (¿Cómo te llamas?) So I took out my schedule from my back pack, and I gave it to him. Then he took my name and my school number.
After a week I got to know many students from other countries: a girl and boy from Mexico. The girl was in my English and ESL class and the boy was only in ESL. The girl was a very good friend; she translated for me in my classes. She taught me English in her free time.
I learned English in my ESL class and now I don't have problems with my classes.
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