“It’s almost time for our big adventure!” Ms. Wehrle drops a yellow paper on my desk.
I must be hearing wrong when she says our class is taking a three-day trip to “study science and nature, and things you can’t learn in a classroom.”
Three days? I took trips at the Lahore Grammar School in Pakistan—my school until we moved to America this summer. But we visited places for a couple of hours. We didn’t sleep there.
When I show my parents the yellow paper, they don’t like the idea either. Abbu shakes his head. “I won’t send my daughter into the jungle with strangers!”
Ammi agrees with Abbu, and I sigh with relief. It’s bad enough being stuck in middle school every day. It’s taken me a month to stop getting lost in the giant building. I’m finally beginning to understand how things work in America (HERE) compared to Pakistan (THERE).
THERE everyone wore neat uniforms. HERE kids wear whatever they want—even pants with holes in them.
THERE my school was all girls. HERE half the students are boys.
THERE I had one class in English, and the rest in Urdu. HERE I think, write, and speak in English all day and go to a special English learning class, called ESL.
THERE I had my best friend, Deena. HERE I have nobody to talk to, share secrets with, or trade lunches with.