This was a long, long time ago, but this is still one of the most memorable years of my life.

It was one where I felt the most antagonized, mentally unequipped and strange in a new environment--it was partly because I was the only Non-Muslim and East African in a place where your background mattered a lot. Also, up until the fourth grade, I was mainly shuttled between a small school in my teacher's house and home (with my three younger sisters and parents). 

So, I was very sheltered and did not handle a classroom of around thirty 9-and-10-year-olds very well. I think Amandine's class was a cute way of exploring that time.