The first time I walked into a school in Israel I knew I wanted to teach crazy Israeli kids who smile, laugh, and play games with each other.

Little girls with black hair and brown eyes and boys with blond hair smile at me knowing their pink hearts is still there.

They played on blue swings, large slides, monkey bars yellow obstacle course. They laughed with each other smiled at me knowing I was going to change their black light into a gold light.

I walked into a classroom with about forty kids, a teacher with black hair and brown eyes with a strict voice but the children yelled and asked, “If they could come with me to learn their ABCs?”

My pink heart was clapping inside. I sat next to a girl with brown hair who was doing a crossword puzzle. It had many letters that looked fussy to her. She did not understand and her hands were shaking. She smiled with me. I told her to look for a, i,e, o, u. She tried while her pencil but she just drew lines trying to find the letters. In English I told her it’s okay.

The teacher smiled at me seeing that I was trying to help her find gibberish, knowing white hands had to help blurry words becoming sentences in this little girl mind knowing her gold light will come out. I wanted to show them that if they believe in her pink heart they will have a chance to learn English.

Nine years later, I am teaching English in Israel. I live in a city where young adults laugh and talk with their friends, where I pass Ben Gurion university, where music surrounds my ears, cars zoom past me, and time clicks by so fast. I keep running to catch up to my new friends speaking Hebrew to me knowing their music notes are the chirping sounds in my ear. I walk to school every day seeing my friends smile.

My school has white birds on the gate with purple frames, with a painting of a little boy sitting on a fire truck, and with boys playing soccer covered this gate.

I smile and wave at a girl with blond hair while she smiles back at me. I see pupils smile seeing my gold light stream. Walking towards a teacher with black hair , black eyes shaking my hands while her pink butterflies fly. She points to take a girl with blond hair who is so shy her hands freeze, a boy with black hair who yells, “Yeah,” and a girl with brown hair who smiles at me.

I take them out of the room into another room with white walls and blank blue boards that will soon be filled with, “I am happy.” I ask them their names and tell them where I am from. They clap their hands when they hear that I am from America. I try to see if they know how to say, “Hi, my name is ….., but speaking Hebrew which leads me to speak Hebrew. Oops! I toss a ball, say hi, she says, pizza while she jumps throwing ball into blue sky her hearts is running past green music notes growing in her ears.