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.