In 2017 I was very lost in high school, I was a timid person, and I was not confident. High School was full of drama; I wake up in the morning and say who will fight today at my Arabic class! I came to America when I was only nine, so I don’t learn Arabic. Therefore I had an Arabic course in high grade, and let say it was outrageous. The student didn’t like the teacher, nor did the teacher helped the students. First-year students year I took Arabic and, and a girl named Manal was friends only in that class, but when I took Arabic 2 in the sophomore year, it was terrible. First, my friend Manal left the course, and the students were disrespectful to the teacher. The teacher was not pleasant to me and would blame me for any wrong thing a classmate would do, but whenever I did good in exams and class, she would never speak and always made me feel as if I’m nothing. When I stood up for the teacher because a student was so disrespectful towards her, she shut up, and I never knew why. I’m not that type of person to be quiet or not speak up, but I was treated very bad, and students in the particular class made fun of me, calling me names and more, and I was just so done, and I just kept quiet but as time went by that teacher only made it worse for me. She never helped or asked if I needed help or understood because I never understood anything she made me do; however, I ignored it and moved on because it didn’t matter to me. In January, I remember I came to class was prepared to learn. Still, the Arabic teacher chooses to bother me and put me down. I remember this because it will forever be in my heart. She picks on me and says, “oh Nuha Yallah, come up to the board.” I did, and the next I know, she told me to write the word she’s saying in Arabic, and I did write one right. Then she gives me another that was hard to spell for me, I didn’t spell right, and the next thing she said was, “are stupid what you been learning in class? Why are u in my class. Aren’t you embarrassed not knowing to spell a word in Arabic, I will call your parents right now in front of you and the students”. 

I was furious I almost left the class. The students in the classroom were shocked; I said to her, “I’m not stupid, nor I’m embarrassed because I’m learning and there nothing wrong, misspelled a word and, you can call me parents. I don’t care because my part already  knows I don’t write good Arabic nor read perfectly.” She called my dad, but he didn’t answer her because of what she was doing to my sister in high school when they took her class. Then she went on and pick on a student who just came from Yemen. I don’t know what she told him but I next thing I saw was a phone flying, the boy was beyond furious he pushed the teacher and almost punched her in the face! I remember his friends stopping him and calming him, but I saw the boy wanted to beat her up. The boy was taken from the classes by t deans, and the teacher acted as nothing has happened. The next day in Arabic class, students talked, and few girls came up and told me that I should report the teacher for the way she’s treating and blaming me for things I never did! I said, “I don’t want to report her because it just wastes time, plus I’m moving out!” The Arabic teacher didn’t show up that day, and I was happy because that meant I wouldn’t be brother today. After a week of what happened, the Arabic teacher talked about the boy Who pushed her in, almost beat her up, and continued talking about how disrespectful I was and shameful I should be. I exploded on the Arabic teacher, and the class was happy because I spoke up for everyone and said to her.” I will never disrespect you or others. Still, you always embarrass me and think I would be sacred if you call my parents, but it just disgusting to students and me”.  I then left her class, and she called my parents about me, but I don’t care because I’m so done being the nobody in that class. I never felt anonymous in life from a teacher, and it still bothers me how I didn’t speak up and how I kept up with her. I don’t want to say her name because she’s anonymous to me. Everybody in school disliked this teacher, and the way she bullies students and threatens them by their parents is just disgusting. But she wasn’t the only one. 

 I never choose to be anonymous in school; I always asked for help or complimented me about confidence because that’s me, but when teachers make me anonymous because they dislike me for speaking up for myself, it makes me hate school learning. Since the sophomore year, I became a very different person; I was not too fond of school. I almost dropped out because I thought everybody was against me for no reason. But when I moved to another high school, Many of my teachers asked me why I don’t share my answers and writing because I’m a very hard-working student, yet it didn’t matter anymore. Once for my English class we had to write a poem and we not write our names, and I did it, and I showed it to my best friend Maram, and she was impressed by it, and when I give it to my English teacher he was also impressed by it, and he put on board for everyone to see. I felt good, and nobody knew I wrote it. I felt good to be anonymous for once because nobody would judge me.