How The Galaxy Expects You To Live Until You Die (Based on A True Story)

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That same year of 2010, i started Kinger garden. Schools in LAUSD starts in mid August around the 10th and 15th which is around my brothers birthday. I entered a school called Barton hill which is up the block of my house, It takes no more than 5 minutes walking. I would suppose my mother had transferred me to Barton hill later in the year as i didn't know anyone and at the same time everyone was sort of friends and i didnt have anyone, just myself and bow in my head that i took off at the beginning of class or when i saw that my mother wasn't close and before the end of class, I clipped that same bow  on before my mom got mad at me since she took time out in the morning to do my hair. I was a rebel from the start no matter what you call it. 

My teacher's name was something like Mrs. Maller or Mollar? I'm not sure but since the first day, she saw me she had something against me. I do want to clear out that I used to be very timid and it took me a while to make friends especially because I didn't know anyone. i do recall many names of people who would push me around here and there and would look at me strangely since i was always by myself playing with dolls or inside the classroom looking outside the window. Sooner or later i managed to make a friend, and so that girls name was Diana. Diana sort of looked like me, she was like that popular girl that everyone wants to be in high school.

Together, We always played with dolls and blocks or sometimes we played with the other kids in the class. I wasn't popular for some reason, people ignored me or they didn't talk to me because I was the new girl. One of the clearest memory I have of kindergarten was when Diana missed a day of school. I was sitting on a bench alone as usual  and one of my classmates came up to me and asked me if I was Diana. I don't know what passed through my head, I was lonely and wanting to play with the other kids who were laughing and running getting dirty but having fun.

"yes," I said. The girl told me that the rest of the kids were playing hiding go seek so for the first time that I can recall I was playing a game in which I didn't belong. I played so much that I got tired, I was so happy that I totally felt part of something big. It's a bad feeling when you notice that you are never part of something and the only time when you are part of that something, is when you get confused with someone else. 

Now as I grow up and remember small things like that, I could see why some kids are never able to recover from bullying and stay as timid people their whole life. Like I said before, my kindergarten teacher had something against me, that same day when the boys and girls were calling me Diana, the teacher had noticed and ruined the party by saying that I wasn't Diana. It was an egoist act of mine to pretend I was someone who I wasn't but it made me feel accepted. Mrs. Maller stays in my memory as one of the cruelest bitchy teachers that exist on planet earth.

 A story about Ms. Maller that also comes into the conversation was the time I took my field trip slip that my mom signed so that I could go to the aquarium, for something so small as lunch and an unfilled medical id caused it all. My mom told me that I had no insurance and if the teacher asked, I had to say the truth, "I do not have medical insurance". When Mrs. Maller Told me I couldn't go because I had no insurance, I begged her to listen to me because she was being unfair, it wasn't my fault I didn't have insurance and I even told her to call my mom. I didn't get approved for medical insurance because I think my dad had to sign something and since he wasn't even in the united states there was nothing we could do. What happened is that she left me behind in the classroom with three or four students who forgot to tell their parents to sign the field trip slip and when I got home, my mom asked me how did the field trip go, and when I told her that I was left behind she got really furious and wrote a letter to the principal from back then named Mr. Martisige, a tall white man who years later became the director of schools in San Pedro.