I like school a lot, and it’s the best place you can go to for learning, but it wasn’t like this all the time. Now I get excided when school starts and I’m in a new grade and I meet new people, but before, my parents and teachers would get mad at me because I would cry all day long when I came to school.
It all started when I was in Haiti. I was 2 ½ years old and I was going to go at pre-kinder. Obviously I didn’t want to go to school because I wouldn’t see mom and dad, so I started to cry.
Mom would hold me in her arms and I would cry all over her shirt, and when mom left me at school, I was lonely. I would cry, and cry, and it went on for a couple of weeks. The director would call my mom saying,
“Why don’t you give some discipline on you children Mrs. Tallarico? You should show your daughter some manures. This is unacceptable for a child that has been in school for more than one week to still be crying.” And so on and so forth.
My mom came up with this idea to come and eat with me at lunch time-that was the end of school-. Then I stopped crying because I knew my mom was going to eat with me.
Sometimes it wasn’t always mom, it was also dad, and then we would wait for my brother at his school and then we would go home.
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