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Ms. Sealey and ‘Trini’
I’ve thought about my fifth grade teacher, Ms. Sealey, a few times recently.
This is because she was born and raised in Trinidad.
She was one of 5 girls in the family.
I remember that she had two children: a son named Adrian and a daughter named Sherylynne. When I was her student, her children were only a few years younger than me. Adrian was older.
I still remember when she told us that her son Adrian was bullied for being studious.
There was a day when she left class early to pick up her son because he had a bloody nose (punched by one of the children who bullied him). A substitute teacher came to take Ms. Sealey’s place for the rest of the day.
I remember her accent.
I remember her curves.
I still vividly remember her face.
I remember her laugh.
I remember most of my teachers growing up.
Ms. Sealey is one that I remember a bit more because I liked that she came from an island called Trinidad.
Since that time, I had a few classmates from there or whose parents immigrated from there; everyone nicknamed Trinidad, ‘Trini’.
The last time I met someone from Trinidad was a young lady who was one of the…