My family and I moving to a different borough is the topic of my educational essay. When I was 7 years old, my cousins and I shared a big house in the Bronx. There were around like ten people living in one house. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as horrible as you would have thought. Since they immigrated to the United States, my parents have always been dedicated parents. They made sure that my sister and I had all the necessities. Since cell phones weren’t a huge thing back then as it is today my cousins and I would play on the Nintendo DS, playing our favorite games which were Mario Party or Mario Kart. Not only did we play on our Nintendos, we would also spend the entire day playing games like tag, capture the flag, and hide and seek. When I attended school in the Bronx, I was at ease with my classmates and teachers. They encouraged me to communicate more and step beyond my comfort zone since I would always be that quiet child.
One day I got back home from school and got the news that we are moving. I had so many emotions and thoughts going through my head. I told my parents I didn’t want to move. Since my dad was offered a better job in Queens and the commute was difficult for him, we had to move there. Moving to a new place obviously meant moving schools. I was going to miss my friends and teachers, and the idea of beginning again would constantly bother me. That was all that would go through my mind. The day came and a couple of weeks after moving in my mom was working on the transferring schools application. It was difficult for me to get used to my new school on the first day. I wouldn’t want to talk to anyone because I would feel so excluded. It would get worse because everyone would simply stare and say nothing. I would have a ton of homework when I got home and would often need help. Every second I would ask my parents for help, but they would barely understand me because they didn’t speak much English, so I was forced to be by myself. They had to take care of my sisters and I, so they were unable to complete their schooling. I remembered how I used to speak out, ask for help, and simply be open at my previous school. I began to speak for myself and ask for help. I used to think that going to school was boring, pointless, and had no purpose, but as I got older, the benefits of going to school for your future and achieving your goals became so clear to me. I think of the great sacrifice my parents spent to provide for my sister and myself. My parents don’t expect me to get all As, but they just want me to set a good example for my siblings and to make them happy. Therefore, how much I believe my parents have sacrificed for me to be where I am and who I am today will determine how I see education.
