On a hot September morning, I nervously walk through the colorful red and yellow painted door that stands by a classroom of thirty second grade students. I can taste the salty sweat running through my forehead as I am introduced to my new teacher. A Spanish speaking lady brought me by her soft hand to the class. The teacher said something but to me her way of speaking was an alliteration of vocabulary being slapped in my face, I am standing like a soldier without saying a word. My teacher in her high pitched voice told me to introduce myself to the class but I am too busy looking at the rainbow colors that filled the classroom. The Spanish speaking lady whispers to my new teacher that I didn’t understand English. During that year, I was seven
