In Between
By SergioDiazJanuary 25, 2015 - 12:17

When I was seven years old, I began the second grade knowing only the English taught to me in my first grade immersion classroom; it wasn’t much, but at this point of my life it didn’t seem important. The first day of school, I remember waking up so excited to return to school that I jumped right out of bed put on my clothes, ate breakfast, and grabbed my backpack as I headed out the door. I was stopped by the fact that I was 20 minutes too early and my brother and sister hadn’t even woken up at this point, my mom had to drive us all together, so I waited 20 excruciating minutes. I made it to school and was so excited to start learning again. At the end of the day, something was odd.