I hate words. There are too many to remember and you never know what words go with what and all that good stuff. Like I never know what to do with them and I’m not saying it because I hate words but because English is not my native tongue. The time when I moved here from Mexico I didn’t know English. If I spoke to you it would all be in Spanish. I guess if you were to ask my old elementary teachers they would tell you that I didn’t know how to speak till I was in 3rd. and even then didn’t speak it all too well. I remember coming home bawling to my parents and telling them that I didn’t want to go to school because I didn’t understand the other kids. Teachers would take time with me and teach me the simple things that you learned when you