Stuck out like a Sore Thumb
(A Time in my Life When I Stood Alone)
In the fourth grade I moved from Coker Creek, Tennessee to Tulelake, California. From my muddy little boots to my thick southern drawl, I stuck out like a sore thumb in the small town of Tulelake. I was one of 4 white children in my class; the rest being hispanic.
In this town migrant farmers came in and out with the seasons, so I made friends easily with the children of those farmers. I did not get along too well with my classmates who were born and raised in that small town; they were not very accepting of new people. At the end of autumn when the migrant farmer children would leave, I was left alone. It was like I was starting all over again.
Fifth grade came along
(A Time in my Life When I Stood Alone)
In the fourth grade I moved from Coker Creek, Tennessee to Tulelake, California. From my muddy little boots to my thick southern drawl, I stuck out like a sore thumb in the small town of Tulelake. I was one of 4 white children in my class; the rest being hispanic.
In this town migrant farmers came in and out with the seasons, so I made friends easily with the children of those farmers. I did not get along too well with my classmates who were born and raised in that small town; they were not very accepting of new people. At the end of autumn when the migrant farmer children would leave, I was left alone. It was like I was starting all over again.
Fifth grade came along