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My experience in ESL class wasn't all that great either. The first semester of the first year in the US, I was in an all ESL class, which consisted of newly arrived immigrants just like myself, and the class was pretty large. I didn't know anything coming in, and knew a bunch of bunch of vocab coming out. The second semester my parents moved so I transferred. I was placed in an regular class but since I still couldn't speak English, the school arranged for me to meet with a special ed teach or something a few times a week so she'd teach me English. Well that didn't help at all. I found what really helped was when my teacher told me to read the stack of children's book she had in a box. So I just sat in the corner of the class room by myself and read and read and read. I was excluded from most class activities because my English wasn't good enough. This was back in 4th grade. By 5th grade my English still wasn't that good but good enough to be placed in a regular class and was treated just like any other kid. Then 6th grade came. I had 7 classes, the last class was music, I get to play the violin. My dad had rented a violin for me to play. But god damit, the fucking counselor deemed my English wasn't good enough so she took me out of the music class and put me in another ESL class. This was by far the most regrettable thing in my schooling years. I wasted a whole year in that class, learned less and did less than my regular class. And not only that I didn't get to learn to play the violin. A damn shame.
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Him: Ok, I have to ask, what do you believe?
Me: Shit happens.
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