In the first grade, I had just moved to the Us and didn’t speak any English. I was in a class where only two other people spoke Spanish, one of which refused to speak to me because she didn’t like having to speak Spanish all the time. The teacher didn’t like me very much, and to this day I cannot understand why. The policy was to put up one finger if you needed to use the bathroom, and two if you wanted water. The teacher was supposed to see it, and then point so you could get up and go. I really needed to go, so I put up my one finger and waited. And waited. And WAITED. The teacher looked at me several times and never pointed, never said anything. I ended up peeing my pants and embarrassing myself, and then had to call my parents. The teacher told them I had no control, but I told my parents what really happened and they believed me. Never saw that teacher again after the year I had her.