Chapter 4: School Bells
Turing five years old and knowing that it was time for me to begin school already I was really scared to. I didn't want to wake up and go to school and not be with my mom all morning but I just had to suck it up and go. In the first day of kindergarten I was sad but also excited at the same time because I was going to meet new friends and I was going to get to play with them during recess. I remember walking with my new back bag, they were the ones that had to two little wheels so you wouldn't have to carry it. As I was getting dropped off and hearing my mom telling me bye I started to cry.
Being really close to my mom I didn't want her to leave me there. Her and my new teacher, Mrs. Flores were having a hard time getting me to stay there. After they saw that I wouldn't stay my mom had to stay there with me threw out that whole day. It was really hard for me to get used to staying at school everyday. Being a child of my two parents that only knew how to speak Spanish it was really hard for me to learn English. I had my friend Emanuel that I met that year in Mrs. Flores's class. Until this day he is still my close friend, him and I would always like to get in trouble a lot. My mom being the one that wanted me to do good in school she would get me in so much trouble for not paying attention in school.
Going into the first grade was a very great year; I still had my friend Emanuel in the same class and then my new teacher, Mrs. Barajas. Still not knowing very good English they had to put me in a special class so that I could get better at speaking English. They would come like during eleven A.M and take me out of class. One of the fun things about the first grade was having a desk that you could put your things in it. I loved my desk a lot that I would always keep it very clean and also organized. That year in October we had our Halloween festival and that was a very fun thing. They had a lot of games to play and the scariest thing was the haunted house that the school would make. It was my first time that I was going to enter a haunted house and I remember my friend Emanuel and I were waiting in line to go in. Being really scared we had my mom go in with us so we could hug her when they would scare us. All that I remember once we entered the haunted house was just hearing a lot of screaming going on and seeing pure black because I had my eyes closed the whole time.
I wasn't a very big fan about school; my mom would have a very hard time trying to get me to wake up in the morning for me to go to school. After the years passed and I was already in the third grade I was already used to waking up early all the time. I still had my special class to learn how to speak English but by that time I already knew I can accomplish anything that I set my mind to.
Turing five years old and knowing that it was time for me to begin school already I was really scared to. I didn't want to wake up and go to school and not be with my mom all morning but I just had to suck it up and go. In the first day of kindergarten I was sad but also excited at the same time because I was going to meet new friends and I was going to get to play with them during recess. I remember walking with my new back bag, they were the ones that had to two little wheels so you wouldn't have to carry it. As I was getting dropped off and hearing my mom telling me bye I started to cry.
Being really close to my mom I didn't want her to leave me there. Her and my new teacher, Mrs. Flores were having a hard time getting me to stay there. After they saw that I wouldn't stay my mom had to stay there with me threw out that whole day. It was really hard for me to get used to staying at school everyday. Being a child of my two parents that only knew how to speak Spanish it was really hard for me to learn English. I had my friend Emanuel that I met that year in Mrs. Flores's class. Until this day he is still my close friend, him and I would always like to get in trouble a lot. My mom being the one that wanted me to do good in school she would get me in so much trouble for not paying attention in school.
Going into the first grade was a very great year; I still had my friend Emanuel in the same class and then my new teacher, Mrs. Barajas. Still not knowing very good English they had to put me in a special class so that I could get better at speaking English. They would come like during eleven A.M and take me out of class. One of the fun things about the first grade was having a desk that you could put your things in it. I loved my desk a lot that I would always keep it very clean and also organized. That year in October we had our Halloween festival and that was a very fun thing. They had a lot of games to play and the scariest thing was the haunted house that the school would make. It was my first time that I was going to enter a haunted house and I remember my friend Emanuel and I were waiting in line to go in. Being really scared we had my mom go in with us so we could hug her when they would scare us. All that I remember once we entered the haunted house was just hearing a lot of screaming going on and seeing pure black because I had my eyes closed the whole time.
I wasn't a very big fan about school; my mom would have a very hard time trying to get me to wake up in the morning for me to go to school. After the years passed and I was already in the third grade I was already used to waking up early all the time. I still had my special class to learn how to speak English but by that time I already knew I can accomplish anything that I set my mind to.