No Speak English
Everyone was sitting down in complete, and utter silence. The room was almost as quiet as a growing tree. Suddenly, the door slowly opened, and our teacher slumbered in. She sluggishly walked into the middle of the class, where she stood for a few seconds. She took a deep breath in, and in a bored and annoyed tone said
“Hello class, Im Ms.Okerbart, and welcome to your first day of kindergarten”
I tried my best to understand what she was saying, but I couldn’t. It was almost as if the words were bouncing off an invisible shield in front of me. Unlike the other kids in my class, I didn’t speak English. Most kids were taught English as their first language, but I wasn’t. My parents were Polish immigrants and didn’t speak a word of English, so they taught me Polish instead. I was lost deep in my thoughts when suddenly I realised that Ms.Okerbart was towering over me, almost as if she was a sky-scraper.
“Why aren’t you listening to my instructions,” she said in a cold tone.
I didn’t know what I did wrong, and why the teacher was mad at me. I looked around the classroom, and my heart sank faster than the titanic. Everyone else was standing in a circle, and I was the only one sitting down. I was so lost in my thoughts trying to figure out what the teacher was saying that I didn’t realise everyone else was standing up. I heard someone saying something, so I looked in that direction. I saw Big Mouth Johnny pointing his finger at me and laughing. Everyone knew Big Mouth Johnny was being raised in a troubled household, and needed to pick on others to satisfy himself
“Stop that right now, that's not very nice ,” said the teacher.
Then she turned to me and said, “And as for you, you're going to sit in that corner until I say otherwise,” she said while pointing at a corner.
I didn’t know what she said, but I assumed I had to go sit in a corner, judging by where her finger was pointing. Almost as If I was a snail, I walked over to the corner and sat down, covering my hands with my face. This was the first time I had ever been in trouble, and it wasn’t even my fault. I simply got in trouble because I couldn’t understand what the teacher was saying. I slowly started crying. At first it was just weeping, but it gradually got worse and worse. After about a minute, I had waterfalls of tears streaming down my face. I didn’t even realise until about a minute later that the teacher ...