A week's nightmare

I'm starting school tomorrow, first grade, and I'm quite excited to meet new people. I hope my new teacher is as good as my kindergarten teacher. And my classmates? Are they going to be nice with me?. Anyway, I'm going to sleep now, my mom is telling me off because it's 11.30 p.m. and I'm not sleeping yet.
‘Good morning Miss Maria!!!’ Miss Maria told us that we have to greet her everyday in the same way, to show respect, you know. Oh! I'm the tallest in my class...nice! I look older than the rest! I can reach places which are forbidden for the short ones, but I don't like sitting in the back row of our class.
What is that? I'm listening to Miss Maria, but I cannot see what is she drawing on the board. Maybe if I close my eyes a little bit I can see better... Yes, I can! But it's tiring to be all the time like this...I'll take Carolina's seat, she is supposed to be sitting two places in front of me, but today she didn't come.
I'm a little better, but my teacher told me to go back to my place...I'm sad, where's my mummy? That woman... Miss Maria, you know, she is mean! She doesn't like me because my mother is not all the time at school. My classmates' mothers are...Marcela's mother is here, Laura's mother is also here, where's my mother? I really want to cry...but I won't. I won't cry because I'm not that weak. I'm going home now and I'll be better tomorrow.
Today I got dressed in a hurry and asked my father and brother to hurry too, because I want to arrive at school before the rest of my classmates. I want to sit in a better place. After all, sitting at the back I feel like a shadow. Miss Maria only talks to the girls sitting in the first three rows.
Nice, this is my chance, there's nobody else, I can choose wherever I want to sit!...’ No, Marcela, I want to have this seat, go to the back and sit in my place!’ Oops! Marcela is crying... I don't care, I didn't do anything wrong! Marcela's mother is coming! My God, she is a tall woman! I hope she won't dare to hit me, I'm afraid now. My chest sounds as if I had horse galloping inside. I’m trembling. I’m sweating. I'm trying to explain to this woman that I cannot see quite well from my seat, I understand that I'm as tall as a tree, and the little ones sitting behind me only see my back. I need someone to listen to my excuses. I've been suffering from a similar misfortune since the first day. My notebook is almost empty, I'm tired of being told off at home because I never finish taking notes in class. I really want to learn, I want to learn how to read. I don't like waiting for my parents having time to read me a short story! I'm tired of just imagining a story from pictures! I want to read!!! At the back I'm not learning...where's my mum?
My teacher is coming and Marcela's mother is rushing towards her! What is she going to say?...I'm in trouble...Oh, my God! I've been naughty, and if my mother finds out, I'll lose my dolls! I don't want to lose my things, I just want to learn! I'm desperate, I want to cry... I've never cried when my mother abandoned me with Miss Maria. I'm not a cry-baby, but Miss Maria is coming to tell me off...OK, I'm already crying...’No, Miss Maria...I just want to sit here... because I cannot see the blackboard... from the place I'm supposed to be sitting, I'm sorry, I didn't do anything...please, don't call my parents, I promise I'll go back to my place...PLEASE, don't call my parents, they'll be upset with me!
Nice! The horses are disappearing. Apparently, she understood everything! Marcela is sitting behind me... but I'm having a note to my parents. What does it say? That's why I want to learn how to read. I don't like not knowing if I've done something wrong. What's the note about?
My parents are coming with me to school. Miss Maria asked us to copy some words from our book, while she speaks with my parents... I’ll finish in a hurry to go and see what is happening outside... "Mi mamá me ama, mi mamá me mima, mi mamá amasa la masa"... Ready! Now I want to know what they are talking about! Oops, my parents’ faces are not so good. What have I done wrong? If she understood everything yesterday, why is it that my parents are looking at me as if I were about to die?
We are at a doctor's office now. Am I sick? I don't feel anything. In fact I'm feeling quite good. Why am I here? No, doctor, I don't know how to read yet, I cannot learn anything because I'm sitting at the back. Oh, but I know that drawing! It is an "A", yes, and that other in an "E"...Mom I know how to read! I already know how to read! It’s great, isn’t it?... But the tiny ones are blurred. I cannot see them. I'm sorry, I'm a complete ignorant... Glasses? No, I don't need glasses, no doctor, I don’t want them!... OK mummy, don’t be upset. I’ll try them on... Oh! I can see the tiny ones now. Yes doctor, I can see perfectly well. That's a "P" which is my name's initial, and an "M" like the one I need to write "Mamá". Thank you doctor, it didn't hurt.
I'm happy now. I'm the only one in my classroom with glasses. I'm special. I can sit at the back without problems.
Marcela, you've been a mean person. Stay in your ugly place, I don't like it anymore. You are mean and I'm special. I have glasses and you don't.