FC: The Journal of Tony Lee | My life in America
1: June 9th, 2005 cant speak much english. very very hard. mom and dad tell me to study hard. they say i will be going american school now. i know because i took plane from south korea. i am korean. dont know much english. parents got me new book. american book. i look at it. know some words but many of them i do not know. mom say this is seven grade level. i was going to be in seven grade. i have to study. i dont want write this entry because my english stink but it is ok. i will learn soon. i ask why we come to america. dad said for future. america better. i no understand but i say ok.
2: June 13th, 2007 It feels a little awkward being called my American name, Tony. I speak pretty good English now. My grammar is much better now. I am very proud of myself. I came a long way, like Ms. Donohue said. But I can still only write simple sentences. I stink at writing good essays. I always got C's. If I was lucky, I got a B. I was a little angry, but I was more happy because I knew I was becoming better and better. My parents tell me middle school is only the pre-season. Real season starts in high school. I am excited and scared for this new place. Hopefully I will do well.
3: May 20th, 2010 Time's flying. Already at the end of Sophomore year. I made many good friends who helped me along the way. Although working on homework and projects suck, seeing my friends cheer me up. School is a fun place to be. Many people nowadays tell me how good I am at English even though I have only been here around four years. To me, that is a great compliment. I am proud of myself for being proactive. Doing Track and such allowed me to make many more friends and stay active. I just wish I realized earlier that school was such a great place, although my friends would like strongly disagree.
4: January 1st, 2011 Happy new years, folks. I am officially the happiest man in the world. I have finished all my college applications, and it feels like I removed 30 pound dumbbells from each of my shoulders. Time really does fly. I remember Mrs. Shal telling us how we were going to be fly to be Seniors. Of course, skeptical at the time, scoffed this off. Now I am saying in my mind, "Gosh, the first time I stepped into high school feels like a week ago." Anyways, now I look ahead into this future we call college. Hopefully I'll get into the college of my choice, no? With an optimistic view, I now write my final journey as a high school senior. See you later, high school Tony.
5: To be continued...