After a few months in our new country, my mama enrolled me in a preschool / pre-k school. I didn’t speak or understand any English, having been at home with my mama and abuelita (little grandma), who only spoke Spanish along with the rest of our family, our friends, our neighbors and our city.
The school in my new town was an old home built in a poor Victorian design with a peaked roof line, across the street from a large park. It had a fence that encircled the entire yard from the sidewalk to the backyard behind the play area. You had to open a tall gate (well for a four-year old it was a tall gate) to enter the yard then climb up some steep steps to the small landing and wait at the front door for one of the teachers to open it for you.
I would stay as long as I could in the car, crying and begging. “Mama por favor no quiero ir, por favor mami!” (Please mom, I don’t want to go, please!) My mama would cry too. “I don’t want to leave you but I have to.” She knew I wasn’t learning English staying at home with abuelita and I needed to get ready for kindergarten. I would finally climb out of the car, slowly close the door and open that gate. I remember it so vividly. I would climb those stairs and wait. As soon as the door opened, my mom would drive off. Those feelings! They rush right back to me – sad, terrified, lonely, and anger.
So when you get a newcomer EL student, please remember that even though you are genuinely excited to have a new student with a different language, they may be feeling completely different. Just so you know I didn’t stay at this school very long. And although it was a short and miserable experience, I am very, very glad that I had it.
Great slice. Thank you for sharing! Although not because of language, but I remember having a very tough time leaving my mom for Preschool and Kindergarten! Those memories still seem fresh!
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I so appreciate this glimpse into your life and your gentle nudge to all teachers.
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It must have been very frightening, but you came through it!
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Yes!
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Thank you for reminding us that we all have different perspectives! Kindness and empathy for all is critical but especially for any students who are feeling fragile!
Great slice! This …”You had to open a tall gate (well for a four-year old it was a tall gate) to enter the yard then climb up some steep steps to the small landing and wait at the front door for one of the teachers to open it for you.” helped me see your view of the world. Big, scary and so different!
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Thank you for giving us a peek into your experience and some words of advice. I can only imagine how stressful it was for you. Thanks for sharing.
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Wow! It says so much about the memory that you were able to remember it in such vivid detail. I read this through my perspective as a mom. My son had a few weeks when dropping him off at daycare was a tearful experience. I really felt for your mom in this post. What a strong woman to drop you off so that you could learn English. You know the rest of her car ride was full of tears also as she drove away from you. This is always a good reminder as we have children in our class that may have some fears that we don’t even know about. Thanks for sharing.
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I can imagine myself feeling much the same way at that age, and now!
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You truly put the reader in your shoes describing your childhood home and yard. Lovely slice.
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Your description makes this especially vivid. Repetition and simple diction like this “I would finally climb out of the car, slowly close the door and open that gate. I remember it so vividly. I would climb those stairs and wait.” really put me in your four-year-old shoes. Thanks for the reminder that students bring their own perspectives to our classrooms.
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Amazing memory so vividly retold. And thank you for the reminder about newcomer English Language learners. I can’t really even imagine how they feel or what they think.
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