I Hate School

This is a picture of Eliya and me in the park and not in school. My mom put me in a summer school in New York City. But I only went there for a day or two. I have spent the rest of the time going to different places with Dad. Mom is in London. I miss my school in Poughkeepsie, Wimpfheimer Nursery School. I had hundreds of problems with this school in New York, but these were the most important:

1. I didn’t like holding hands when walking to the park for lunch.
2. I hated the gong. I was scared that the teachers will scold me because I didn’t become a statue.
3. The teachers were very tricky. They said things like “toy soldier” or “duckling” and I didn’t know how we were supposed to stand.
4. Even the art teacher. A girl was saying she liked my ear-rings and I was going to say something and she said, not very nicely, “Excuse me, we don’t talk in the line.”
5. I wish Wimpheimer was everywhere, in Italy, in Germany, in London, wherever we went. Then, I wouldn’t hate school.
6. I didn’t even have a new best friend.
7. Why couldn’t they pronounce my name anyway? How many times do I have to say it? They kept saying Eye-la.
8. I said Don’t push me, and the girl said I wasn’t pushing you. But I wasn’t talking to her, I was telling someone else. So there was a lot of mix-up. Oh, I hate school.
9. I didn’t say anything at school. No one talked to me and if a teacher asked anything I said quietly “Yes.” And when I cried, I cried quietly so that no one could see.
10. The only thing I liked about the school was that there was a dog.