I was in Raha since the first grade, and I have many memories that I still treasured forever but also incidents that I will never forget. I was the only Arab girl with the thickest American accent ever (still true), therefore I always seemed to stick out throughout elementary. I remember being the slowest reader in grade 1, but somehow I was the top of the class for timetable challenges in grade 3. There would always be random elementary drama and every day for lunch in 4th and 5th grade I would have soggy hot dog sandwiches with a hot apple juice box. Till this day I cannot eat a hot dog or drink apple juice without gagging. However, somehow the teachers always found me hilarious and would still joke about me to my parents. till this day.
Here is my Poem about my 9th grade Drama teacher enjoy:
In Ms. Erica's Class
We would never do work
In fact, I don't ever remember doing work.
She was one of the strangest people tohave ever meet.
Beckett. Chekov. Brecht.
She adored them, like teens on their phones.
Though, I'm not sure where she got her degree.
Or if she has one.
Ms. Erica changed my life,
she made me realize that not all teachers knowwhat they are doing.
But I mean sometimes we would do work.
Like when we spent 2 lessons making the mannequin challenge,
it was hard work not to laugh.
And trying to figure out the killer in wink murder.
Hard work. Hard work. Hard work.
You could never speak Arabic though.
Ms. Erica always thought we were talkingbad about her when we did. But,
Korean, Dutch, German, Russian,
Spanish, Swedish, and French were
acceptable.
She would always get so angry and
red, but when she did she would
quietly return to her desk, close her eyes
and say "I will soon be in Amsterdam,
smoking grass on a park bench".
No wonder we all got 7s.
She would always get so angry and
red, but when she did she would
quietly return to her desk, close her eyes
and say "I will soon be in Amsterdam,
smoking grass on a park bench".
No wonder we all got 7s.
