Movie Review.

Part 2:

Erin’s diary

Dear, Diary.
Yesterday, I couldn’t sleep. I was so excited for my new job at Wilson High School. I had a good salary and free coffee everyday. I just tried to prepare for my new lesson well on the first day. I also hoped my students will be hard-working, obey a teacher and pay attention in my class. I loved this job, and I hoped my students also loved their teacher. I tried to put in my head some jokes because I was so nervous. In the last morning, I tried to practice in front of my mirror when I meet my students on the first day. But I never saw them and they also didn’t meet me. How can make they think I am the good teacher? I just sat quietly, and let my head tried to imagine all of the face of my students. It was 1 o’clock. Finally, I fell to my dream and started to dream about my students. “Ring…. Ring….” This is the sound of my alarm-clock. It means now is 7 o’clock. Oh!! My god. I just have one more hour to prepare everything and go to Wilson High School. I get up and jump out of my bed. I seemingly recognize inside my head has some forces. And it helps me work quickly. I wash my face, brush my teeth, comb my hair and get dressed. Today, I will wear red clothes. I think it will help me act like as another teacher. I also wear the pearl necklace. It is the necklace of my father. So I respect it and I want to wear it on my important day. But the vice principal also tells, “You shouldn’t wear it when you teach your students and I don’t sure I can take it back for you.” Why does she say like that? I try to think. But I stop this thinking because my head become headache. Finally, I spray little perfume on my body. I go to downstairs and meet my husband. Now, he also prepares for me the breakfast. He looks at me and says, “You are so nice.” I love this day, I also wait for this day long time ago. I say, “Good Bye! Honey.” and drive to my car to Wilson High School. Today is so noisy in the school yard. In the school, I see a lot of students. Especially, I meet almost is the color students like as Asian, Latino, Spanish or African American. The sunlight shines to my face. I think it wants to welcome to Wilson High School. I go to the room of teacher and the form of my students at the shelf has the number is R.203. All teachers take a look at me. I feel so nervous. I also hear my students are so terrible. Everybody thinks I just waste my time to teach my students. But I think I can help them and improve their English skill. And I don’t care all teachers talk about me. I go to R.203 and wait my kids. My room is not really nice. But it’s OK. All the tables have a lot of handwritings. The blue board for all activities of the students in the class doesn’t have anything. I palpitate with fear but I start to write my name on the board. I wait my students and practice to say’ “Hello” or “Hi” when they come into the room. “Ring ….ring ….ring “now it is 8 o’clock. I try to breathe deeply and stand in front of my room to welcome them and wait. But when a minute hand moves to #2, it is 8:10 but my kids don’t appear. I come into and pray for the God. Finally, they appear and come into and I say, “Thanks, God.” I stand up and say Hello with the kids. My students are nearly 98% are the color students. And in the class just has one white boy. He is coward. Then, I start my class by starting attendance. I hope my pronunciation well when I read all name of my students. At that time, I notice one Latino or Spanish girl. She wears a pair of boot and this one is only the jail has it. Her face becomes angry when I read her name is wrong pronunciation. Next I introduce myself and start my lesson. During this period, I’m bored when my students don’t unite together. They separate like as the group. If you have same the color skin with them, you will be the member of your group. My students don’t pay attention. Someone talks loudly, sleeps or reads some magazines and eats. At this time, I know the good thing I can do for the kids is keeping them in the class. But they stay in the class; they will have a fighting and say bad words. What can I do? When the period ends, I recognize tomorrow I must teach them how can they raise their hands when they want to ask?

Dear, Diary.
Today, I’m tired but I feel happy when my kids become kind and respectful. Today, my father and I help my students understand about the Holocaust and the lives of all the kids die in the war. My kids seemingly recognized everybody needs them so they must care about themselves and believe themselves. They also meet the real people live and remember about the Holocaust? Now, my kids start to read about Anne Frank’s diary. I hope they will think deeply after they read this book. But I also hope my husband will forgive me because I don’t care him so much. At this time, my students need me. I still love him and remember him.