My childhood experience
WHAT ????
Starting School in a different culture is the hardest thing ever, especially when you don’t speak their language not even a little bit. This happened to me in 1999 when my mom decided to move to Miami. For me that news was the worst thing I could’ve heard. That meant that I had to leave y family, friends, school and teachers behind. And to know that it made me really upset. But what decision can I make when I was only 10 years old. All I could do was pack my stuff and walk behind my mother. And so I did, we moved to Miami and two days later we were starting school.
Then finally came the date, August of 1999 when me and my sister started school. A school where everybody was a stranger and everybody spoke a language that we didn’t understand. And that made me feel like the sizes of a cockroach, but all I could do was to walk to the office and smile at everybody even though I felt stupid doing it. When I get to the office to my surprise I find out I was assigned to a teacher that spoke zero of Spanish. Finding this out definitely ruined my day. After knowing my classroom number, as a good student I decide to walk to my class to meet my teacher and class members. And when I opened the door for my surprise I see the students playing with play dough. So I think to myself “yes at least something fun!!”. So I go and sit down and start to play with play dough and then I decided I was going to make a face and that’s when I get a pencil to make the eyes. But to make matters worse here comes this white, skinny, tall lady yelling at me saying “asdhAIGDHF,KJDHIYDHDUYGUYDG!!!!!”. Yeap that, don’t ask me what that meant because I didn’t understand myself. I knew she was mad because she pulled the pencil of my hand in a very aggressive way. I got so scared I started to cry even though I didn’t know why the teacher was mad and yelling at me. This happening the first day of school made my whole day feel like hell. I wanted to go home but school was just starting. And to make my day worse every time I would see a pencil I would rewind to the situation and I would start to shake like a leave on a tree.
This day was awful and thanks to that situation I made a promise to myself and that was to learn English before the school ended. I didn’t want another skinny, white, tall lady yelling at me and not be able to say anything back. I was focused to make a school year different for me.
WHAT ????
Starting School in a different culture is the hardest thing ever, especially when you don’t speak their language not even a little bit. This happened to me in 1999 when my mom decided to move to Miami. For me that news was the worst thing I could’ve heard. That meant that I had to leave y family, friends, school and teachers behind. And to know that it made me really upset. But what decision can I make when I was only 10 years old. All I could do was pack my stuff and walk behind my mother. And so I did, we moved to Miami and two days later we were starting school.
Then finally came the date, August of 1999 when me and my sister started school. A school where everybody was a stranger and everybody spoke a language that we didn’t understand. And that made me feel like the sizes of a cockroach, but all I could do was to walk to the office and smile at everybody even though I felt stupid doing it. When I get to the office to my surprise I find out I was assigned to a teacher that spoke zero of Spanish. Finding this out definitely ruined my day. After knowing my classroom number, as a good student I decide to walk to my class to meet my teacher and class members. And when I opened the door for my surprise I see the students playing with play dough. So I think to myself “yes at least something fun!!”. So I go and sit down and start to play with play dough and then I decided I was going to make a face and that’s when I get a pencil to make the eyes. But to make matters worse here comes this white, skinny, tall lady yelling at me saying “asdhAIGDHF,KJDHIYDHDUYGUYDG!!!!!”. Yeap that, don’t ask me what that meant because I didn’t understand myself. I knew she was mad because she pulled the pencil of my hand in a very aggressive way. I got so scared I started to cry even though I didn’t know why the teacher was mad and yelling at me. This happening the first day of school made my whole day feel like hell. I wanted to go home but school was just starting. And to make my day worse every time I would see a pencil I would rewind to the situation and I would start to shake like a leave on a tree.
This day was awful and thanks to that situation I made a promise to myself and that was to learn English before the school ended. I didn’t want another skinny, white, tall lady yelling at me and not be able to say anything back. I was focused to make a school year different for me.