¿What worried Esmeralda after talking to her guidance counselor?

The Story So Far Esmeralda Santiago moved to Brooklyn from Puerto Rico with her mother and several of her brothers and sisters when she was 13, leaving behind her father and life in the country. After being assigned to a class for kids with learning disabilities because she cannot speak English well, she decides that Brooklyn is not the place for her. When her family moves and she changes schools, she is given the chance to write her own ticket.
WHILE FRANCISCO WAS STILL ALIVE, WE HAD MOVED TO ELLERY STREET.
That meant I had to change schools, so Mami walked me to P.S. 33, where I would attend ninth grade. The first week I was there I was given a series of tests that showed that even though I couldn’t speak English very well, I read and wrote it at the tenth-grade level. So they put me in 9-3, with the smart kids.
One morning, Mr. Barone, a guidance counselor, called me to his office. He was short, with a big head and large hazel eyes under shapely eyebrows. His nose was long and round at the tip. He dressed in browns and yellows and often perched his tortoiseshell glasses on his forehead, as if he had another set of eyes up there.
“So,” he pushed his glasses up, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”
“I don’t know.”
He shuffled through some papers. “Let’s see here . . . you’re fourteen, is that right?”