When someone is burned on the leg or has cut themselves badly, they usually have a scar they would have to live with for their entire life. But unlike physical scars, metaphorical scars last longer and it’s hard to cure or hide from them.

When a little boy’s parents die in a bloody war, he will have a scar of losing his parents. This will affect his future in many different ways such as having anger towards soldiers or having fear towards other people near him.

Everybody has a scar, the size doesn’t matter. The scars in one’s life can change someone from fighting with people and selling drugs into a whole new successful businessman.

The scar of my life is mostly based on my trip to America. When I was about to go up another grade in my home country, I moved to America because of my father’s job. Unlike my small town back in Korea, New York was a huge place with many wild life. Summer break was a time for me to learn English; back then I only knew the alphabet.

The first day of school was a total disaster. I couldn’t understand a word the teacher was saying in front of the class and I didn’t know what to do even if she gave me the instruction to do something. For two weeks I felt that I was on Mars learning with aliens. It was a  difficult time for me because nobody ever said a word to me after knowing that I didn’t understand them.

I hated going to school. My mom told me that I cried after school for the first week, but I don’t remember. Maybe I erased it from my memory because I didn’t want to remember. I was home sick from all the scars I’ve got from being alone.

The scars I got from all the lonely times made me feel that I had to learn how to speak English fluently and use grammar in a proper way. Every day after school, I studied and studied. I even used English at home. It took a while for me to at least have a short conversation with my classmates and my teacher, but I felt great when all the effort I gave finally paid off.

The scars of having trouble talking to others gave me a big chance to speak English fluently and in a proper form. From the day of my first day of school in America to the present day of me sitting in a high school classroom, I think I got through my big scar and cured it well enough. If it wasn’t for the scar, my English skills must have been awful and I 100 percent would not be able to write this piece.