P1 Make-up

I was born speaking only one language, spanish. Since both my parents were raised in Mexico it only seemed right for me to learn spanish as my primary language. When I turned 4 years old my father decided to change the way I was going to experience school. Like my sister, I didn't know english when I started Pre-K. My parents enrolled her to a bilingual speaking class. Which made things a lot easier on her since we didn't know english. Well my father, the swell guy he is threw me in an english only speaking class. I did not speak for the first six months of the year. Listening to everyone around me I was able to pick up a few words here and there. I felt so isolated from everyone in the classroom. My sister, being a few years ahead of me was able to teach me the basics of reading and writing in english. She was pretty much the biggest inspiration I had when I was a young child. My father working on his business and my mother working full time at a clothing store, my sister took the effort and responsibility of making sure I did not have a hard time since I didn't get the advantage she did. In the long run it worked out well because I was able to practice the language a lot more than she did. In the contrary I now do not know as much spanish as she does, since I would only speak english in most of my early classes. From then on the only person I can actually trust and speak about my english classes or writing in english is my older sister. None of my teachers were able to get me to open up to them about my writings. She was the only one that was able to get to my level and make me learn and understand the way things are read and written.


My theory is that since my sister was around the most when I was a child, her decision about something was that mattered the most in my life. I looked up to her, so if she told me a way to learn I was able to adjust to that method and understand what she was telling me.