리틀팍스

 People, everyone, can never be always happy, or do everything as they want. They have sad times, angry times, irritating times, and lots of other feelings, and being treated unfairly, is one of them. I have been treated unfairly very many times. But I'll pick just two of them.

 First, it was when I lived in Russia. Yes. I really did. I lived in Russia for 4 years, from when I was 4 to when I was 8. I actually moved here, where I'm living now, when at about 2015 October.

 When I was in Russia, I went to a Korean kindergarten for 2 years, since I didn't even know how to read. But there, I read many books, and learned to read when I was 5 years old. But after the 2 years, my mom and dad made me try a test for an international school. And see, I didn't know anything about English - I didn't even know the alphabets. And my parents made me try a test - for now, it must be trying a test for some other forgien languages like German or Italian.

 Anyway, I failed the test - of course - and I went to a big school where I didn't have to take a test. But there, the trouble happened. The teacher was from England, and another second teacher was there, and she was from Russia. The kids in my class were about my age, but they were from various countries such as Italy, Russia, England, Denmark, half-Netherland-and-half-Russian and so on. But there was no Korean. I don't remember how, but I learned pretty fast. I could hear what they were talking about, learned how to write alphabets and words, and learned how to speak English - I know, it seems so stupid now, but at that time, it was such a hard time for me.

 Now, that wasn't that hard. Not the hardest, at least. The hardest part, was that I was bullied by an Russian girl named Anna. She, I, and my Italian friend, Doria, played together. But then, the two of them - well, more likely Anna - started to bully me. It wasn't like they were punching me in the stomach or saying really bad words, but Anna made me make a tower of ice and snow(yes, it was crazy), and she and Doria would go playing on. If I said, "Why should I?" or "I'm not doing that. I'm going to play, just like you.", Anna would say bad words about me, in front of the class, and I would cry, and she would tease me in front of the class, and the circumstance would be worse. I tried to ditch her and play with another frined, but everyone had their partener of a friend, and Anna wouldn't let me flee from her great-grip.

 My mom knew that I was getting bullied, and tried to make the circumstance better. But honestly, my mom's English was no better than me, and my teacher, Miss Wiliams, couldn't understand. My mom told me not to care about Anna, that she was looking down on me because I was from Korea. I couldn't stand that. As you see, I was only six then. I got bullied by Anna for an year, and my mom tried her best. She came to my school to go home by subway so that I wouldn't have to ride the same bus with Anna. She always told me "Running away from problems is not good. Besides, no one can get past from friendship problems. You have to be bullied sometimes. That will make you somehow better."

 The second problem was at this school. I felt like I came to heaven when I came to this school. Everyone was so kind and fun, and mostly, they could speak Korean. The trouble happened when I was in second grade. I was walking to school with a friend in my class - I didn't have a certain friend in second grade - and another girl in my class was walking by. My friend said, "I hate her. She's always bossing people around, and she's so tough. I don't want to get in her way. Let's slow down and follow behind her."

 So I said, "No way. What could she do to you by walking in front of her? Besides, she's not so scary. I hate her as well, but I could stand up to her if I could." And I did.

 It was time to drink milk, after first class of Korean. I was in the same group with the girl - let's say her name is Jessie - and it was time for her to give our group milk. I waited and waited for her to go and bring milk, but she wouldn't. So I said. "Milk please," tapping on her desk. So she stared at me sideways, and brought milk. The others drank their milk fast, but I was slow.

 "Hey, if you don't gimme now, I'm not taking your milk back. You can do it yourself," said Jessie.

 I ignored her. Milk-collecters were supposed to bring and collect the milk if the kid in his or her group drank it in time. And I did. But when I gave it to Jessie, she threw it back to me. "Too late. I warned you that I'm not taking yours." It wasn't hard to take my own milk pack back, but it made me angry that she wouldn't take mine back. "No, you're supposed to."

 "You were late."

 "Girls, what's the matter?" asked my second grade teacher. We explained, and she said please don't fight with each other, and me to take my pack back. I could see the smug smile on Jessie's face. I was really angry because I was treated unfairly. Jessie just had a short temper. After this incident, I never liked my second grade teacher and Jessie. And I also learned not to deny a friend's advice.

 After these two incidents, I knew I couldn't do anything if I met some bad people. So, I decided to keep quiet and make no trouble. But, I also think my mom was right. "You don't know before you experience it yourself."