Here comes Boon Mee, Palee and their father.
      "Nyob zoo, nej tuaj los!" (Hello, you all have come!) Boon Mee and Palee are sisters. Their mother just gave birth to a little baby boy.  Soon, he will be coming with them to the toddler and infant class. Their  father brings them to class then he goes downstairs to learn English. Palee is in the infant and toddler room. Boon Mee is in the preschool room. She loves to dance and sing. She knows her alphabets and loves to write them.
      Oh look at little Wa aka Ab Wa (baby Wa) with his purple backpack. "Nyob zoo Wa!" (Hello, Wa!) He is the little boy who dresses up and plays house with the girls. His mother bought him the purple backpack after a loud cry at the store. He loves painting and the book, "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie." He also likes to water the classroom's plants. He knows that his name starts with a W.
      And there's Sati.
      "Good morning! Sati, please walk. Walk, walk! You are always full of energy." Sati is one of a kind. He is the most energetic kid you'll ever meet. The classroom  would not be the same without him. He lights up the classroom. He loves the book, "The Gingerbread Man" and knows it by heart. By request,  he will entertain you with the whole story. He also likes to count his numbers and recite his alphabets during circle time, out loud.
      Boon Mee, Wa and Sati are between the ages of three and five. They are among a total of 21 preschool students in the Even Start Family Literacy Program on the north side of Madison, Wisconsin. Even Start is federally funded program that provides opportunities to improve academic skills, complete a high school education or learn English. It is also designed to break the pattern of intergenerational low-literacy among economically and educationally disadvantaged families. They are also among the Hmong  families who recently resettled from Tak Krobak Thailand, a refugee camp.  Two years ago, this was a place where Boon Mee wore her sandals instead of boots; a place where Sati would be making squirrel traps with his friends instead of making a snowman; a place where Wa would be running around in his shorts instead of his big jacket and winter hat.
      It has been  over a year now that I have been with these students, classmates and      families. As their teacher, I am very amazed with their progress. I find myself looking at their writings after class and wow, they're phenomenal. Their stories and the energy that they bring to the classroom  are awesome. Their art work is astounding; they show a variety of thoughts     and imagination.
      Observing them, I think these students are very content  with their new home here in the United States. They are very appreciative as well. For most of the students, it is like their dreamland coming to class. This dreamland consists of four corners with different areas to      enhance their learning from art to problem solving. It also consists of caring teachers and teacher assistants to help guide them with their learning.
      Switching my role from being a student to a teacher over a year ago, my teaching experiences have given me a different outlook on how  students learn and absorb their learning environment at this stage and age.  These perspectives and discoveries have altered my way of thinking on how  one learns. As I finish my year as the teacher of these students, I will be looking forward to becoming a student again out in the East Coast. I will miss them very much.
      They will never know about 35 mm cameras,  whereas they love looking at themselves after I take their pictures on my digital camera. They will never know about typewriters, whereas computers  will be an important part of their lives.  However, they will carry  their stories of their mothers and fathers impacted by political reasons.  They will carry their Hmong names. They will carry their memories of living  in Thailand. They will go through life living in two worlds and trying to balance it. They will face identity issues. As their teacher and their  older Hmong sister who had lived all her life in the United States, my heart goes out to them. May they live their lives full of learning and  riches and remember me as their preschool teacher.
      Lastly, years from now, they will always be my students, my children, my babies, and most    of all,  MY LITTLE TEACHERS who have taught me the gift of  knowledge and how powerful it is.
My little teachers
by Nancy Xiong
Boon Mee loves to sing.
Sati loves to work on his Lego pieces to create things.
Wa dresses up and plays house with the girls.
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