The essay I read this week was called Me Talk Pretty One Day. This essay sparked my interest because I took French for three years. Even though I spent those years attempting to learn French, the only words I remember are the words for grapefruit, computer, and calculator. These words were the most fun to say. As I was reading this story I thought of one of my friends, who moved here from France in 8th grade. She new little English and often forgot the words for things. She lacked confidence in her self because of the language barrier, but I always admired for her attempt to taking on the new life style. Now you would never know that she was from another country. Recently I made another friend who is a few years older than me and he just moved here from Poland five months ago. I see him struggle with trying to understand what other people are saying as well as trying to figure out how to say something. I could never imagine being in that position and of self conscious I would become. I can barley speak my own language I don't see how jumping into another country could be easy at all. I admire these people greatly and there courage blows my mind.
-Maddie Rzeppa
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