There I stood, a short, awkward little girl with a boyish haircut that reached to just about my ears, replicating half of an upside down coconut. I carried a bright pink backpack with a matching lunchbox that looked massive next to my particularly small frame. My sneakers lit up with each hesitant step that took me closer and closer to my classroom. When I finally made it, rows of small chairs and a huge green chalkboard stood in front of me, and that was when I lost it. I cried so loud without utter humility and acknowledgement of anyone around me. My wails continued as I resisted my mom’s cold grip on my arm, pulling me towards the room. I was definitely that kid in pre-k that made a huge scene not wanting her parents to leave, but since
