My First day in Kindergarte

Well, that was my first day of my lifelong education, as my dad says. Plus, we never sleep at home during the day, so I didn’t know why you have to at school. She yelled at me because we’re Muslim and we’re not supposed to eat pig, and I told her it was not pig, it was a hotdog. We did not know what to say because we can’t lie, so we just remain quiet. So I asked the teacher if I may go to the bathroom down the hall and she sends me with two other students who also needed to go. At home, mom gave me rice and chicken. I wished they wouldn’t trick me into eating pork and that I could draw and color better than other people in my class. I was hoping the next day would be a better day and I hoped I could somehow make it to the bathroom everyday during naptime. My mom asked me what I had to eat, and I said hotdogs. I was one of the fastest learners in my class, and I wondered why it was so hard for these other kids to memorize a few letters and learn how to speak them when that’s what they did at home all day anyway.

It was nap time and I didn’t feel like sleeping; it was like a punishment. m right to left, but I kind of started understanding it anyway. I don’t know if that’s possible because my brother never cries, but I guess it’s true because my brother immediately stopped making fun of me.