I was happy that I got transferred to a different school. It is still a public school, but it is supposed to be a better school. I don’t have to fight anymore. They still do not have anyone that looks like me, and kids still ask me silly questions about my hair, but I am starting to get use to it. When I first got to the school I was really excited, but some kids didn’t really like me and my natural hair. Everyone use to tell me that my hair was so ugly, and they would ask why my hair wasn’t long like theirs. I would play by myself at play time and I never wanted to eat in the cafeteria because no one wanted to sit next to me.
Life in Puerto Rico was getting better every day. I loved it here. Suddenly, I started to get sick. After I got out of the hospital mommy found out there was mold in our apartment. The lady that owned our apartment would not fix it, so we had to move really fast. After Christmas we moved into our new house. We were still in San Juan, but we were not in the Santurce section any more. The Montessori school was now too far away, and mommy did not have money to send me back after she paid for us to move, and paid for our new apartment. Now I had to go to public school. I had been to public school in New Jersey, and it was fine. I thought this would be the same.
I was so excited to start the first grade here in Puerto Rico. The night before the first day of school I laid out my clothes, and I even laid out my green barrette to match my green shirt. I could not sleep at all. Every time I closed my eyes, my brain would be filled with happy pictures of my new school. I went with mommy to register me a few weeks ago, and the school did not look like a school at all. It looked like a big beautiful house. It was a Montessori school. I was not sure what Montessori meant, but I could not wait to go to this fun looking school, and learn lots of first grade stuff, and meat lots of new friends.
When mommy first said she was thinking about moving to Puerto Rico. I was so excited. I did not know exactly where Puerto Rico was, but I was excited anyway. My mom told me that it was a beautiful Caribbean Island, and it was near Buff Bay, Jamaica. This is where my daddy was born. I could not wait to see it. Mommy said, we would be there for at least 2 years, then we would decide if we wanted to live there forever. This is a picture of me at Newark Liberty Airport, just before our trip to Puerto Rico. I was sleepy, because it was real early in the morning, but I was happy that we were heading to Puerto Rico.
My name is Kendra Nicole, I am 7 years old, and I am from New Jersey.
Last year me, and my mom moved to San Juan Puerto Rico. I do love it here, but it is a lot different from New Jersey. I don’t see too many people that look like me. Especially, not with thick, kinky, beautiful short hair, like I have.