. My parents tried to talk to my teacher about it, but it was kind of hard. They don’t really speak much English and my teacher wasn’t much of a help either. She cancelled a couple meetings with them and, you know, they were taking time off work to go, so they felt bad, like she wasn’t respecting their time. When they fi nally met she really scared them with stories about teachers being attacked by students and that she didn’t feel safe there. They ended up taking me out of school a couple weeks later.
This section really stood out to me in a personal way. Growing up, my parents were not involved in my education. Not because they didn't want to, but because they didn't know how. They werent English speakers, they couldn't read the flyers the teachers sent home so they werent aware of what was going on. Not to mention, they were both working countless hours. My teacher knew not to expect anything from my parents. I don't blame my parents because they were working and trying their best to stay afloat. However, I totally relate to how the teacher could of put more effort, maybe even sending home translated papers letting them know school events and discussions.