When A new Asian student came in the room. The teacher pointed to her seat which just so happened to be next to mine. The teacher passed out our class work and I glance to the left and notice this girl looks totally lost. She turns to me and ask “what’s this word..?..”
I respond with “ohh.. That’s bikini bottom.”
“Oh.. It’s a city”
“Is it real..?”
“Haha you haven’t been here long have you?”
*she laughs with me and replies* “no, this is my 3rd day in America. I just moved here from china.”
We get to talking and I help her with the class work and the teacher comes over and starts talking to us when I ask “do you think you can get her homework and class work translated Into chinese? She just moved here and she says she can barely speak English.. I can help her answer them in English..”I’ll ask the principal and see what I can do” he replies. This is when I noticed about half the class is staring at me, I had no idea why and I still don’t. I imagine they think I’m weird for going so far to help this complete stranger. That disappointed me. I didn’t help her to be sweet, I helped her because I felt it was expected of me. I know what it’s like being the new kid, she deserves someone to make her feel welcomed. I didn’t leave that class feeling proud. I left that class with that stranger, to her next class. Hoping that the next person she sits next to will go as far as I did to make her feel welcomed to northen. And welcomed to America.