when i was in fifth grade, I wasn't always a nice person. i did not like the class. I did not like the teacher to begin with. I hated him because of the reputation he carried around the school. People were saying that he was a bad teacher and he was since he only taught spelling and math problems. He did not focus on science or history as much. So I wanted to get transferred out and as a result I told the principal that I needed to get out. He would not let me. As a result, I decided not to come to school. Then when I returned I confessed that I had been absent because I wanted to be transferred. He asked me you think that this would work for you? then I don't remember exactly what happened after that. He did not transfer. I made several more attempts to get out. then I think things got back to my teacher because his mother was working in the main office and she probably overheard some things. I don't know. I don't think she's that noisy but anyway, back to where we were. It did not work and he began to mistreat me. But I was also asking for it too because I was behaving very badly, I made others cry, I got others mad, and I was doing it either because I did not like any of them or because I felt that I could have been in a better class where most of my former friends were. I was the only one with a few other acquaintances but I did not know who the rest were. I got to know them and oh boy their mannerism is so different from that of us americans. I prided on being american when I was younger because although they were my ethnicity, they were not (my race) american. I did not treat them with respect, I hated them. I thought that they were not my caliber so I just felt that I should not have been in that class. Even though i feel that those were the reasons, I feel like they were reasons to get me out of that class so that i could be with my friends. I enjoyed their funniness and all but i did not like it because i was not learning anything and i had to translate sometimes. i hated doing that and i prefer other languages to my own because I'm ashamed of my culture and because my culture used to be hated by people. That made me feel like I have to be all american, everything must be american. Yet ironically, I don't type like an american right now, haha.