Hi, I'm Dan, I'm currently 16. I'm new to this country.. I mean...
I'm not just new to this country I also have a new life. I feel like a new Dan! New lifestyle, friends, sense of fashion, spoken language, type of girls that I like, T.V. shows that I watch, the food that I eat, you name it!
When I was a little boy I had this fantasy about coming to the United States to become like one of those celebrities in HollyWood, or becoming a rockstar and go on world tours. But that was just what I thought about, it was just a fantasy that kept my young and wild mind to be motivated. I never thought about coming here to study and get a better education; why would kids even think about that?! If they did, it would be BORING! No kid would have the thought of coming to the world's best country just to study, they would probably think about having the best toys, or playing with the snow.. since I'm from the Philippines.
When I turned 13, my mother went to the United States to work as a nurse. I was sort of jealous. I wanted to come with her. But we didn't have the money and I didn't have a United States Visa. A year and a half later, my mother called and told me to go to the United States and live there for the rest of my life. Of course, I felt happy and excited.
When I came, I honestly HATED it. I didn't like the fast-paced life, It was hard making friends, I didn't like wearing thick sweaters and jackets, I wasn't used to speaking English publicly, the pretty girls that I met were mean to me, I didn't like watching American T.V. shows, I wasn't used to eating food without Rice, I wasn't used to commuting with buses and trains. It was horrible.
My life started to become difficult; wanna know why? SCHOOL. First day of school began, I was nervous, I was scared, I didn't have friends, I didn't know where to go, I didn't know what to do!.. I guess I'm overreacting. I met 2 friends, they were both boys, but from different countries, the first one is from China, and the second one was from Nepal. They were nice, friendly, and welcoming. By the next day, I met more friends, still boys, girls were just looking at me awkwardly that day. But by the next day, girls were all over me, literally, they asked for my name, phone number, and it frightened me. I'm not supposed to be the type of guy that girls are after. I went home with my 3 new friends, they also suggested T.V. shows that I can watch. When I got home, my mom and dad bought a sac of rice and they bought me comfortable sweaters, and I also felt comfortable speaking English. Now, I LOVE it.
So far, I love my mini-American life. I love everything about it. I have awesome friends, awesome clothes, and an awesome lifestyle.
I am lucky to be here.
I don't want to go home.
I will continue to live this life.