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My First Day in KindergartenLoading...

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by Mariana Ramirez Flores

Dedicated to my parents for constantly supporting me throughout my entire education.

I arrived at school, thrilled to begin my first day of kindergarten. The classroom was full of loud students, who were running, crying, and shouting. I was stunned to realize that I was the only one who did not speak any English. I saw everyone talking fast and clear to each other. As I observed the other students making friends, I sat in the corner, paralyzed with fear of rejection.
How could I make friends when there was a language barrier?
How could I make friends when there was a language barrier?


Later in the day, I start to think of all the books I will read and how I will soon speak English with my classmates. I see the classroom library and grab a book, but all the words don't make sense. They're different.
As I was flipping through the pages of a book, I ask myself, "¿Qué dicen estas palabras? (What do these words say?)"
As I was flipping through the pages of a book, I ask myself, "¿Qué dicen estas palabras? (What do these words say?)"

The teacher waves her hand, pointing to the carpet, and we all sit together. In an excited tone, she says, "Today, we will read this book and start learning our alphabet!"
She begins to read a book. I am in awe, watching and listening to her read.
She begins to read a book. I am in awe, watching and listening to her read.
I want to read like her.
I want to speak like her.
I want to be a teacher like her.
I want to speak like her.
I want to be a teacher like her.

After going to my first day of Kindergarten, I went home with crushed dreams because I assumed that the class would have a bilingual teacher as I did in Pre-K. I sat near the dining table thinking what to do about my class.