Bahati

My name is Bahati and I am in 6th grade at Ray. I was born in //East Africa//, //Iringa in Tanzania//. I like to eat //African food// and mostly I just eat any thing that is good. I used to have a very weird cat named Muba, but then he ran away. After that I had another cat. His name was Rafiki which means friend in english. I speak 3 different languages and they are //Swahili, English,and Kinyuwakyusa// (Kee-Nyu-Waa-k-You-Saar). It sounds hard but it is so easy to learn those languages. It is just like learning Spanish and French but it is much easier. I came to the Unated States on 2004, it was really hard for me because I was new and I did not know any English. After my third grade year I was really good at English. I started talking more and even made many friends. Right now I am even better than before as you can see. Before I couldn't even type anything but now I have made a very good improvement. When I was in 5th grade I always thought that 6th grade would be very hard for me. But now it is so easy and I am not as worried as I was before. Right now I am starting to worry about 7th grade. I wonder how it is going to be for me? In a new school and everybody new it feel like I am going to be starting all over again. With having to find new friends and starting new classes. As long as I am myself everything would be all right I guess. In my family I am the middle child out off 3 children. I have an older sister who is on 9th grade at Kenwood Academy and a younger sister who is on second grade at Ray School. My sisters and I don't fight alot. We mostly just hang out and have fun like real sisters. Being the middle child is not always fun. When it come to chores I am the one who is always called to do things wile the others are just hanging out. I like it sometimes but then I get tiyerd.When I tell my mom about being picked on she says that " Oh honey, I am just triying to help you so when you grow up you can be an independent women and when one day your husbend asks you to cook food for him DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT MY MOM DID NOT TEACH ME HOW TO COOK .BECAUSE THAT WILL BE A BIG FAT LIE". At first I did not under stand what she was talking about, but now I am growing up I have come to understand what she really means.
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