So here I am again blabbing about my life and all its crazyness.
I was finishing up reading "Burro Genius" and as I was reading I couldnt help but realize how much in common I have with the kid. *Spoiler alert* sure he had a big Ol house and his parents had alot of money but he also had to go through alot of bullying in school. I look back now and realize that my 1st grade teacher and 2nd grade teacher were also jerks just like his. I remember my first grade teacher had a metal stick and he would hit the table with it and it would make a noise so loud that you would loose your ability to hear for a couple of seconds. He also made us (nonenglish speakers) sit in the back and we weren't allowed to talk in spanish... "ENGLISH ONLY" he would say after hitting the table. It was annoying.... but ive got to admit if it wasnt for his...........behavior towards me I wouldnt have tried as hard as i did to learn the language that I use in every day life now. So maybe he was just doing it to help me???????.... or atleast i like to think that way........ as for my second grade teacher (my first one.. i was sent back to first grade because i couldnt speak english..) he wasnt mean or anything but he didnt do anything when the other kids would make fun of me.. I remember one day (during the first weeks of my school life) i asked my cousins to tell me how to say "amiga" in english.. and they did.........but they didnt tell me that it also ment "novia"... so the story goes like this..........I walked into the classroom and the teacher asks me in front of everyone "So what have you learned so far" and in broken english i tried to say i made my first friend (a girl) it came out something like this "I...... have .. girlfriend" at this point i remember everyone turning back to look at me and in my mind i thought it was because i was doing so good ....... some kid then asked... "Who IS IT" in that annoying mocking voice.. and i replied with " Melissa" .......all the kids laughed and the teacher said nothing he just stood there....-claps- good job mr... good job......anyways she never talked to me again..>.< and i spent the the rest of the 3 months of my 2nd grade year alone because i was that "new mexican kid" i didnt really mind because i was so close to my family that i never really felt alone.. but then i got sent back to 1st grade. i remember feeling so stupid ....... But really i wasnt.. i mean in mexico i was one of the guys that lead the national anthem and in mexico thats something (well atleast in my school) that was ment for the top students in the whole school....and there i was as the little boy giving out orders ... i remember i couldnt look my mom in the eyes because i felt that she was dissappointed in her little boy.. and thats when i promised myself to learn the language ASAP.........unfortunetly things didnt go as plan and i got that lousy 1st grade teacher... and i ended up making myself throw up(eww gross) so that i could use it as an excuse to go back home.... it got to the point were i would go to school for 1 hour everyday and go back home afterwards..... My cousins began to call me "Volcan que Vomita" because my science project was a clay volcano that spit out lava (jerks).....The good thing after this was that my next 2nd grade teacher was a girl... and im not sure why but girl teachers always work better with little kids (in my opinion) and she would stay after school with me to help me learn english and it worked.......And it was through her that i met my first crush...BUT thats a whole nother story