School

Querido diario,

School. Escuela. I hate it. I don't know anyone there. No one likes me. Not even the teachers. It's so hard to learn English. It's confusing. I don't like it. Mayor isn't there. I don't know why I'm here. I don't have any friends here. I get on the bus, get off at school, do school, get back on the bus to go home, get home, do nothing. It's an endless cycle of nothingness. If only I had excitement at school. Just like home. I quite miss home. I thought school would take my mind off the pain of not being in Mexico, but it doesn't do that. It makes me miss home more. I miss everything about Mexico. The friends, the teachers. Everything is fun in Mexico. Here at Evers school in Delaware, it's just boring. If Delaware was a color, it would be grey. Grey for everything. Everything is grey. Nothing make me feel excited. I don't feel excited to learn anymore. I miss enjoying school. Mexico did that for me. School was something to look forward to in Mexico. Here, it's just another day of boring stuff that I don't understand. Why is English so hard to understand. It doesn't make sense to me. It's hard to learn. I don't even know if I'm doing well in class. I don't know anymore. I hate grey.

Hasta Luego,

Maribel