This might be an interesting story all by itself. A little greek girl teaches herself to become an advanced learner at the age of 6. She grew up talking to different languages, Greek and English. Starting her first grade year, she is placed in ESL classes only because of this. During class time when most of the class was learning new things, she and a group of students had to step aside and learn easier material. The entire time, she knew that this isn’t where she belonged because at home she was learning way harder stuff. Her mom pushed her to become a better student and she wanted her to be the best she can be. Her mom read her books and then had her daughter read it by herself to push her.  Her mother had loads of books piling in one little shelf. Half the time her mom thought that the bookshelf would fall over and crash. It felt like you were waiting for a skyscraper to lose balance and fall to the floor, that is how many books she had. The entire time her own brother was top in his class and he thrived at everything he did. Now, the tables have turned for her mother and her own daughter was in a class for students that learned english as a second language. While learning new material, she was always the one who participated and got the questions all right, but that wasn’t enough to be taken out of ESL. No matter how much she knew she didn’t belong there, she couldn’t do or say anything because the instructors didn’t believe in her. Instead of going home and watching Mickey Mouse, Suite Life of Zach and Cody, or Hannah Montana, she would read books and do worksheets so she can be moved from that ESL class and show her worth. This girl ended up getting straight A’s in school and being in several ap classes.

They expected her to be behind and not know what is going on in class because she knew two languages. They thought that she was incapable of understanding anything because she was different. I understood the material taught all together very well and I aced every quiz or test we had. They thought that during the lessons she wouldn’t pay attention because she was incable. I paid close attention and I loved to learn and do various activities. The stuff I learned was so interesting to me that I would look at them will full attention. Speaking two language didn’t stop me from being incapable, instead it made me work harder so I can be the best I can be. I knew I was smart enough to be involved in the lessons taught to the entire class instead of being separated from people who were not in the same level as me. They would rather do anything than move me out of it. They were as stubborn as a little kid trying to get an extra piece of candy on halloween. The entire time I was separated, my inside would be so angry and disappointed that it would feel like steam is coming out of me. Everything we did in those separated lessons felt like trying to do one plus one. It felt so easy for me because my mom always pushed me from a young age to be ahead so I can be successful in school. Everytime they asked a question, everyone else in the group would just stare at the floor and have a deer in the headlights look and I would end up being the only one answering questions. All they wanted to do is nit pick anything so I would remain in that program.

I refused to stay in that program. I was smart. I was hardworking. I was more than capable to be in the classroom discussion like everyone else. I would work hours after school. I wouldn’t watch television and instead I would read and read. I would read so much that I would run out of books. I would look fors books everywhere. I was desperate to be the best and to be in advanced programs. I would run to the libraries when I ran out of books. I would look up new words in dictionaries to improve my vocabulary. I would do anything to show my capabilities. I was trying to show my worth.