I came to live in this country when I was ten years old. My father got a job at Dartmouth. It was a temporary semester appointment, but we came to visit him, and all the family fell in love with the beautiful New England winter. I had never seen snow before, and I can still remember the awe and the thrill of sliding down those immense hills in Hanover. However, the real experience came from actually moving here a year after. I entered 5th grade without knowing any significant English. My teacher at the time, Mr. Stone, asked to speak with my parents because he lacked the experience of teaching an international student. After that initial complaint, the school was great, and they sent me with a teacher who was really qualified to help me. She had a Ph.D. in language acquisition and was very helpful with my transition.