I am half-polish working as a part time catering staff. I wear a uniform which is blue overall and a white cap with a school logo on it. I work in canteen dishing out tea and buns to the teachers two times a day and also shovel ships to the kids on trays at dinner time. I get paid enough for my living that’s £3.89 which I think is quite good for me for my living life. Besides I like the kids so I really enjoy my work looking after them.
Even in my work everything is fair and square everyone pays for their food from teachers to even visitors everyone pays too because it wouldn’t be fair to other if the visitors don’t pay. My workplace is my favourite place for me to work for. I enjoy a lot her and everyone is nice to me. Every once a week our Head speaks to me and rest of the staffs for a meeting for ten minutes regarding the rules and other stuffs. He always has a pile of papers in front of him for us to read and go through but I never listen to any of the rules.
It was Tuesday the day of our meeting like usual. The time on the wall was exactly ten forty five and as usual he was repeating the same rules and i wasn’t listening suddenly I heard someone say Poland. And for a minute I freeze and started thinking in my mind. After listening the word Polish I remembered where I am from and where I belong.
After the war my mother and I came here and I use to speak polish till I was six. My mum used to teach me lots of polish full of rhymes. But my dad always used to stop my mom from teaching me polish because I was going to a school so my dad did not wanted me to get mixed up with the languages. I wish I could speak Polish and English at the same time. I have got a tape of me speaking Polish with my mom and I listened to it thinking I could understand what me and my mom are saying but after listening to it I can’t even understand a single word of it. I am polish but why can’t I even speak my own mother language. Sometimes I feel disgrace of myself because of me not being able to speak my own language. I am polish but will others believe me if I am or how can I make them sure that I am polish while I can’t even speak my own mother language. Sometimes I feel I could go back time and learn my language with my mother instead of talking in English the whole time. If my dad did not stopped my mom teaching me polish rhymes I think I would understand and would have learned my mother language which was taken away from me when I was a child.
