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When I think back to a verbal or language event that scared me I can only think of the time when I stepped into my fourth grade classroom. Through out half of my elementary years I always had bilingual teachers. But in forth grade my teacher was white and only spoke English. I don’t have anything against any ethnicities, I was just scared. I was used to speaking Spanish and English to my teachers. If I ever got stuck I would just communicate in Spanish. But everything changed in fourth grade. I remember sitting in my desk the first day of class wondering what I was going to do if I didn’t know certain words in English. What if she didn’t understand me? What if she was mean because I didn’t know certain words?
That first day of school Mrs. V stood in front of the class and told us her goals and what she expected from us. To be honest, some of the words that were coming out of her mouth I had never heard before. She made sure to make us feel really comfortable and tried her best to be patient. Now that I look back I feel like I learned a lot in her classroom. She made a huge difference in my life. After her I started to feel a lot more comfortable around people that didn’t speak Spanish.