My aspirations for America were so great that each year, despite my parents' silence, I would tell my friends that I was relocating there. I would always say goodbye to my friends in an emotional manner, acting as though I would never see them again, but I would always return the following year. I continued to say I was moving to America every year, but after three years, my friends stopped believing me and started making fun of me for lying. During my winter break my parents shocked me by announcing our impending move to America in the summer. I couldn't believe it and was in full disbelief. When I returned from winter vacation, I told all of my pals, but nobody believed me. My biggest desire was coming true, and none of my friends could celebrate with me, which made me incredibly unhappy. 

In my class, I made some of my closest friends, including Ashley. She exudes the best vibe everywhere she goes and is likable to everyone. Every Tuesday and Thursday, she drives me to dancing class because that is when we have practice. Because we have no shared acquaintances, our car drives are the best part of the ride because we turn up the music and become locked in for our dance class. We also talk about our lives most of the time. Despite having a significant age gap, we still have a lot in common. She is of Dominican descent and has extremely curly hair. Ashley supports me and significantly improves my enjoyment of dancing, enhances my own growth. I've always felt safe in the dance class, where I can test my abilities and push myself past my comfort level.