okay i was reading my blog and all of a sudden i was flooded with memories of Nigeria and coming to America
it was 1994...arrived in sunny california via Heathrow
being a nigerian...new in school...overemphasizing my RRRs.....i had to learn a new way to live...and I was in Los Angeles...you know LA is a whole new world. so in class one day, the teacher announced we were having a quiz in class tomorrow
FINALLY something I could relate to. I went home looking forward to math class the next day...we were going to have a quiz...
that's how i got to class the next day and the teacher was like take a piece of paper out and a pencil...
um....what kind of quiz is this. Why werent we dividing into two rows...you know....left side and right side...and why didnt she draw a table on the board to keep score of how we did
WELCOME TO AMERICA DIAMOND
so i found out a quiz was actually a test...needless to say i didnt pass.
if yall have similar stories/experiences, i'd love to read from you...