My Experience In My New School

Walking around my new school by myself for the first time was one of the worst feelings I felt as a small, foreign preschooler. The first few weeks of school, I continued in classes sitting by myself, in a chair that seemed isolated from the bright world, full of laughter and smiles of children. The students around me were so vibrant and full of life, but no one would approach me, and after many days, I lost interest in having friends. My seat became permanent, stuck in a corner where attention would not be drawn. Almost a month after my first day, I finally found the courage to raise my hand in class and I physically felt all the eyes turn onto me when my teacher called on me; and I couldn’t bear the idea of saying a word incorrectly. In the second I tried to utter the answer, a boy in the back of the room called out saying, “Who are you? Why are your eyes so tiny?” The entire class erupted in laughter and many began to squint their eyes, as if they were trying to replicate mine. I could feel my eyes flood with tears as I choked up, and as someone who could barely speak English at the time, I felt so incredibly humiliated. I do not know how I remember these words, because at the time, I did not understand them; I just knew that they were laughing at me. There did not need to be an explanation in any language as to why they were snickering after seeing them mimic my features. Needless to say, for the rest of the year, I was unable to bring myself to make friends and open up