The New Student Experience
This is a brief history in the education
of a Venezuelan youth
eight grade
my tongue has never been able to speak elegantly
except in math class where my
hands became an extension of my language
I could reach places to comprehend the
numbers that would structure most of our
daily lives 1 through 10
My Teacher always understood
she was sweet like honey
and that’s exactly what she called me
pipes and vents react to my happiness
and cold air starts flowing
I look outside and
I see that winter is coming
my tongue has always been prone to getting me in places where
I just don’t want to be
who knew
that learning English from Adam Levine
or Bruno Mars was not ideal
to be applied in lunch
Ninth grade
my tongue learned that it’s better to be alone and
happy than speak and struggle
but then
lunchtime comes
and brown paper bags become palm trees
the contents within it
seashells
the frescolita becomes
frescolita
and brown paper bags
remind me that cold lunches
never tasted so warm
fast forward to tenth grade
where my tongue has made friends after
being tempered in snow
it is now sluggish homesick I can no
longer comprehend illogical language but
I can now write
I still flinch every time the
AC comes on
when I sit down in class snowflakes talk to me
my tongue has stopped moving
I learned now is never here
and we never are
but we are always becoming
yet I’m welcomed by the blizzard
in school lovers and friends
but my parents remind me that home
comes in the shape of brown paper bags
so I’m still the palm trees
I’m still the coral beaches
I’m still the goddamn frescolita
and I will not be translated so easily
because I am still Venezolano
y por que con un Corazón venezolano
I learned home never fades
December 12, 2014, my family planned a trip to go visit my aunt who lived in Houston, After a month of vacation, my parents told me and my siblings that we were going to stay another five months to test life in the US in comparison to living in Venezuela. The first two weeks of school I got really sick because of the anxiety coming to school caused me. The worst part of the school wasn’t the cold classes or studying- it was lunch. Having no one to sit with or talk to is fine if it’s by choice but being unable to even attempt a conversation is a soul-crushing feeling. After a while I found some friends who spoke Spanish, they also helped me out with my English. By the end of middle school, my English was considered on level in Texas but my confidence didn’t let me use what I learned.
In the summer of 2015, I decided that I had to take my English to the next level. I read from the moment I woke up to the moment I went to sleep. In two months I read the Harry Potter saga and after that, I read the song and Ice and Fire saga. During the weekends, I would try to watch some movies. I would definitely recommend people to read if they were trying to learn a language but I wouldn’t recommend how I did it.
Freshmen year this was an uneventful year, even though this was the summer I worked the most, it was certainly the year where I was the least confident. I made some friends, which was a huge step from not even talking to everyone but I felt very disconnected from the American high school culture.
In the summer of 2016, I decided that instead of reading I should do more listening so I started watching Youtube videos and movies in English without any subtitles. My logic behind this approach was if I could keep up with a youtube video I can keep up with a normal conversation. The movies were more to understand the pop culture references I didn’t get.
Sophomore year started off like freshman year, but thanks to my English teacher it turned around for the better. They gave me the confidence I lacked and helped me out when I almost had a panic attack when we had to read our poems. I ended up winning in our classroom and to this day I’m very proud of it. Winning and opening up about my story was a huge confidence booster, being able to be vulnerable and not get hurt was a thing I didn’t think was possible and I’m truly grateful for that experience because it shaped me into the person I’m today.
My name is Jose Ibarra, and I am 17 years old. I was born in Venezuela, and I lived there for 13 years. When moved to the United States, I had four months...