Glasses and Maria Inarra

A few months went by and there hadn’t been any major disasters. Then one day I decided glasses were the new cool kindergarten thing to have. I told my mom I couldn’t see well, and mysteriously flunked my eye exam. I ended up with an expensive pair of leopard print glasses; big mistake. After about a month the glasses lost their shininess. I proceeded to get rid of the glasses in the only way I knew how to. Snap. The glasses took the first of many trips to the repair shop. They must have mysteriously snapped about 3 times a month for 4 months. My mom had finally had it, and I told her I didn’t want the glasses any more. I told her about my deceiving eye exam and I ended up pointing E’s at the eye doctor’s again. 20, 20 was written on the top of my test results; and angry angry written all over my mother’s face.

I proceeded to the next and last phase of kindergarten; Bothering Maria Inarra. Maria Inarra was my kindergarten teacher. Before leaving every class she had us read flash cards. “A aa apple” she would say. “A aa apple” said the class. I hated flash cards more than Maria Inarra. My flash carding would sound a little more like this: “A (burp) aa apple, B blah banana, C I hate flash cards, d dumb dumbo, ect ect…” Maria Inarra didn’t like my way of flash carding so she proceeded to putting me on in school time-out. I did not like in school time out. The next day in class Jonathan and I would get the whole class to bang their heads against their desks and “repeat I am stupid, I am stupid” during Maria Inarra’s reading period.    

My mom also disliked Maria Inarra who became the dinner conversation for the rest of kindergarten. Around this time was the electing of the new school principal. My dad had always been a humorous person and sarcastically said “Maria Inarra should run for principal”. The next day at daisy girl scouts Maria Inarra’s best friend and first lady of the country at the time, proceeded to help me with my daisy pin. “My dad says Maria Inarra should run principal” in my dad’s same sarcastic tone (not catching the sarcasm) I said. Ginger Quiroga said “well she is a fabulous teacher I don’t see why not” in the coldest tone possible. My mother never took me back to daisies again.