I moved from Puerto Rico to Florida as I started the fifth grade. I attended a bilingual classroom in an otherwise English-speaking elementary school. Students from all grades filled that classroom; I sat next to other students with a kaleidoscope of accents from other Latin American regions. I was lucky to land in that classroom, since I failed English when I studied it in Puerto Rico.
Moving to Florida overwhelmed me with all the cultural differences, especially in school. I no longer wore a uniform to school. I spoke an entirely different language. We took a break during the middle of our lessons, in a bizarre ritual called ‘recess’. I mingled with other kids during recess, and I started to learn English in a conversational setting.