One Simple Saying
Oh no. I was chosen to go an indigent elementary school in Brooklyn. It was a nightmare come true. I had lived in the Bronx when I was in pre K, and according to my memories and media, Brooklyn and Bronx were not much different. I remembered clearly that everyday when I went to preschool, there were some people who would hassle me with spitballs and paper footballs. Because of that grudge, I really didn't want to go. Yet, my conscience urged me and I eventually gave in. After all, it would be a life experience, and I hoped that the children there wouldn't be so insolent.…
