I used to be a very shy person. Interacting with a stranger even by just standing next to him was the hardest experience in the world for me. Until my parents told me that from fifth grade I will be studying in an international school. A variety of people, faces, nationalities, cultures, personalities. How is it like to talk with them? From where should I start? Can I just sit in my place and don’t bother anyone? I haven’t had any other choice. If I wanted to survive, I had to communicate. I learned how to do the first step towards a person I want to learn about. It was hard since I was only starting to learn English and knew some basic words like “Hey” “How are you? ” “What’s your name? ” and they had advanced knowledge of the language. On the third day of school, I saw the victim, standing in the corridor in front of her locker. Seems she is my age. Twenty-three steps towards her, deep breath, and “Hi, My name is Shahzoda? ” She looked at me with a questioning face, but after immediately softened and said “Oh hi, my name is Nada Saleh Alzahrani, you can call me just Nada”. I breathed out with relief. Now I have a friend from Saudi Arabia and it was amazing. It turned out she has been studying here for almost 3 years, so she showed me the whole school campus and introduced me to some friends of hers. They were completely different from my first idea of them. Friendly, supportive, kind, and caring human beings. I learned about their cultures, traditions and when my mom was taking me home I was so excited to tell her about different countries and how wonderful they are. At home, I was opening Google and was learning about countries, their placement, population, national clothes, and foods myself. Learned the dates of their national holidays so on that day I will be able to congratulate them. That year my biggest fear turned into my biggest desire. I loved to communicate and now it is the best part of my personality. Our nationalities, races, religions, and orientations may be different, but we all are humans. The decision of my parents to change my school has changed my life by 180 degrees and now I want to work with people, to contact them, to help and spend my time among them. I’m proud that I was brave and fought my fear. I succeeded.
I
used
to be a
very
shy person. Interacting with a stranger even by
just
standing
next
to him was the hardest experience in the world for me.
Until
my parents
told
me that from fifth grade I will be studying in an international
school
. A variety of
people
, faces, nationalities, cultures, personalities.
How
is it like to talk with them? From where should I
start
? Can I
just
sit in my place and don’t bother anyone? I haven’t had any other choice. If I wanted to survive, I had to communicate. I learned how to do the
first
step towards a person I want to learn about. It was
hard
since I was
only
starting to learn English and knew
some
basic words like “Hey” “How are you? ” “What’s your name? ” and they had advanced knowledge of the language. On the third day of
school
, I
saw
the victim, standing in the corridor in front of her locker. Seems she is my age. Twenty-three steps towards her, deep breath, and “Hi, My name is
Shahzoda
? ” She looked at me with a questioning face,
but
after immediately softened and said “Oh hi, my name is
Nada
Saleh
Alzahrani
, you can call me
just
Nada
”. I breathed out with relief.
Now
I have a friend from Saudi Arabia and it was amazing. It turned out she has been studying here for almost 3 years,
so
she
showed
me the whole
school
campus and introduced me to
some
friends of hers. They were completely
different
from my
first
idea
of them. Friendly, supportive, kind, and caring human beings. I learned about their cultures, traditions and when my mom was taking me home I was
so
excited to
tell
her about
different
countries and how wonderful they are. At home, I was opening Google and was learning about countries, their placement, population, national clothes, and foods myself. Learned the dates of their national holidays
so
on that day I will be able to congratulate them. That year my biggest fear turned into my biggest desire. I
loved
to communicate and
now
it is the best part of my personality. Our nationalities, races, religions, and orientations may be
different
,
but
we all are humans. The decision of my parents to
change
my
school
has
changed
my life by 180 degrees and
now
I want to work with
people
, to contact them, to
help
and spend my time among them. I’m proud that I was brave and fought my fear. I succeeded.