For 6 years I sat in the class not knowing one word there saying. First day of school the principle looked at me and saw my last name and stared into my soul and said “ your mexican you should be in spanish class’’.  So I sat there not really speaking I would mess around because I had nothing else to do. I would go home and ask why im in there and even my parents would say “you need to be in there your mexican’’. I can tell i wasn’t fitting in the only mexican in a class full of them I couldn’t speak one full sentence in spanish. Sometimes i would feel as if the walls were talking to me. My thoughts were my only friend in that class.