Small intro

so back in here writing to the beautiful public
 so when i came to this country it was a bit of culture shock for me since i didn't know the language or the culture, i remember sitting in class and copying everything word for word even though i didn't know what they were saying. on the Header it said
Annex                                                                   date
Name                                                                    class
 guess what i wrote that but since i was copying from the board and a friend instead of putting my name i put his. how funny is that.
i remember my teacher telling me to put mine, i didn't understand her but since she pointed at his name and said mine i knew to replace it with mine. i hated to have to go thru that.
teacher would assign homework and guess what i didn't do it. my parents would ask if i got homework and i would say no since i didn't know what homework meant after all she didn't say Tarea(homework)  so it was not until 2 weeks that i got a letter home and my parents found out i didn't understand that they realized i was just copying everything from the board and not know what i was writing.
 funny now that i think about it but i know it was stressful for my teachers, and parents, and honestly not so much for me, i kind of didn't care for school. seven year old not wanting to go to school, what a surprise.
 then someone had the great idea of switching me to a ESL class, English as your second language, and boom i was in a Spanish  speaking  class with Ms Perez. she challenged me to learn and read i think her passion for teaching and reading was transferred on to me because if it was not for her i wouldn't be writing this.

Ms Perez and Ms Linares were great, at telling on me with my mom when i didn't listen or didn't do work or acted up, but i started to like school, hated to sit there all day but the wonders that books bring are amazing and so i began to read and learned to love writing. i have to fast forward to graduating High school. i still dislike school but still love these two  things.

so second grade transformed me into a small bookworm. but i could not be contained to a seat. third grade was Mrs Cathcart, great lady forth grade i can't remember, and fifth Mrs Gerstien. i'm missing an h in her name don't know where
teacher by day EMT by night. if i ever so a strong woman she was it. hate to see her upset.
middle school was great, went to HS at JFK in the bronx, but that is a chapter for next time. this is not a bio it is merely an intro but questions and comments are welcomed.