Who am i? Well you might already know my name is Andrew.  I currently live in Chicago, IL.  I’m 24 and I would like to tell you my story…

I was born in Egypt and I moved to America when I was 12.  Move here was probably the toughest thing I’ve ever done, it left me depressed for a year or two.  I didn’t know the language well, I didn’t have friends, and worst of all there were no ESL (English as a Second Language) classes in my small high school.  As a matter of fact I would have the teacher write down the homework assignments for me, and have my cousins translate it for me and help me do it.

I still remember my first year in an American school.  It was so eventful, almost like a drama.  I got picked on daily by a couple of kids.  They made fun of my clothing, you see I wore the same outfit twice in a shirt two days in a row this was fine in my country back home but I quickly learned it was a big NO NO here in America

One day this kid was picking on me and I finally had it, I was fed up.  So I grabbed him from his t-shirt, pulled him toward me, his t-shirt ripped, he got embaressed b/c everyone was watching at this point and he ran off.  After that no one ever missed with me again, and a crazier thing even happened…

It was a week or so before valentine’s day at the time.  When valentine’s day came up I got roses from three different girls (2 of which were pretty hot, yeh I still don’t get it, I think it’s because I was the new kid and it was a small town without any diversity).

Of course I didn’t even know what valentine’s day was at the time.  A couple of the girls even asked me to some dance our school were having.  Due to the language barrier and everything else that was going on nothing really happened…

to be continued?

If you’ve enjoyed reading this, please let me know in a comment and I will write some more about my story.

Update: I wrote Part 2 of my Story, you can find it here.