Bilingual
In Puerto Rico, bilingual schools are very rare. At least in the part of Puerto rico where I am from. In the whole island there are bout 10 private schools in total. I am very fortunate to have had the opportunity of attending a bilingual school. Also, in the town in which I live, there is only one school that offers AP courses, which makes me lucky for having had the opportunity to study in one. My dad studied in a very good school where I live, but due to the fact that it was not bilingual, when he came to study in the United States, it was not as easy. In order for our experience to be different, my father always tried his best to provide us with all of the opportunities possible. I'm extremely grateful for my father's help and support. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't have studied in a bilingual school.
Having studied in a bilingual school, where I only took one Spanish class which was only 50 minutes, my first language quickly became English. I will never forget the time I got lost on a cruise, I was probably 7 years old. A couple found me and they started speaking to me in English and trying to help me find my parents, so I responded to them in English. A couple of minutes later my dad found me and started talking to me in spanish. The couple looked at me and started speaking to me in Spanish. They said that I looked American and not Puerto Rican. They were shocked by my mastery of English. I thought I mastered English until I got here, where everyone points out that I have an accent and look at me as if I were an alien, but I guess that such is life. Moments like these here at Emory motivate me to do better and ignore what everyone else says.
Having studied in a bilingual school, where I only took one Spanish class which was only 50 minutes, my first language quickly became English. I will never forget the time I got lost on a cruise, I was probably 7 years old. A couple found me and they started speaking to me in English and trying to help me find my parents, so I responded to them in English. A couple of minutes later my dad found me and started talking to me in spanish. The couple looked at me and started speaking to me in Spanish. They said that I looked American and not Puerto Rican. They were shocked by my mastery of English. I thought I mastered English until I got here, where everyone points out that I have an accent and look at me as if I were an alien, but I guess that such is life. Moments like these here at Emory motivate me to do better and ignore what everyone else says.