- 6.
On my first day at Northwood.
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I declined Mom and Dad’s offer to drive me. I
knew Dad was just starting his business and
had a lot on his plate.
So I took my backpack and went to
Northwood by myself.
The homeroom teacher was a chubby, balding
man who beamed at me.
When we reached the classroom door, it was
chaotic inside.
Because I couldn’t hear in my left ear, my
right ear was extra sensitive. Someone
knocked over a chair, and I jumped.
The teacher gave me a reassuring smile.
“Don’t worry, wait here for a second.”
He then strode inside, hands on his hips, and
bellowed, “Quiet down!”
No one paid attention…
His face turned red. “Or I’ll call your parents!”
That finally got them to quiet down.
“Today, we have a new transfer student
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joining our class.”
I walked in, stood at the podium, and
introduced myself briefly.
“Hi everyone, my name is Sarah. Sarah with
an ‘h‘.”
The class erupted in cheers.
“The transfer student is so pretty!”
“Quick, check if my hair is messed up!”
From the corner of the classroom, someone
said impatiently, “Shut up.”
Instant silence.
I was a little surprised. The teacher, looking
exasperated, told me to sit in front of that
person.
I hesitated.
The teacher reassured me, “It’s fine, he
doesn’t hit girls.”
Me:
So he hits people.
How scary.
