ABSTRACT
My struggle with the language those first few weeks of school led to some memorable experiences, humorous in retrospect, but not so funny at the time. Once, with Mr. Mullet out of the room, I desperately tried to communicate to my peers that I had to go to the bathroom and didn't know where it was. The children gathered around me, realizing that I wanted something but could not express it. Someone handed me a piece of chalk and pointed to the blackboard. The idea was good, but I was not about to draw a picture of a toilet in front of those boys. I was humiliated and very uncomfortable until Mr. Mullet returned.
