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‘Cat, Dog’ I was 7 years old, when I started 1st grade in Woodman Park School. It was a big school with a lot of kids. Like anybody who’s going into a new school would be nervous and scared, and want their parents next to them. Well I just was like them, clinging onto my mother’s arm as I walked down the hallway into my 1st grade classroom. There were kids in there sitting at little desks. At one end of the room there is a piano where my teacher, Ms. Bistanding, play little kiddie songs and we would sing with her. My mom explained something to my teacher and she smiled at me, gesturing with her hand she pointed to an empty desk. I walked to it, my feet dragging behind me, and I sat down. A kid in front of me turned around and said something, but I couldn’t understand what she said. She keeps repeating that strange sound, but I don’t understand what she is saying. Finally, seeming like she’s giving up on me she turned around and started talking to some other kids. The teacher got up in front of the room and started speaking, even though I couldn’t understand what she was saying I heard my name several times, “Melissa” in her speech.
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