1st Day In School

Well the more I think about that day, the more I remember. Actually it seems like yesterday when my mom for the first time woke me up to go to school. Well, honestly she dragged me out of the bed. It was around six in the morning when she woke me up. So after brushing my and getting dressed. I had a long breakfast with my mom, dad, two sisters and grandparents. The topic that morning was how I was going to go to school and become the smartest kid in the world. So as my dad was on his way to drop me to school I turned for a second to look at him, he seemed ecstatic. He was probably more exited and nervous than I was that day.

So when I did get to school, the first thing I saw was a big statue, for a second there I thought it was real but then again maybe not. To see it was a statue of St. Peter. The patron saint of my school. I was so nervous that day that I thought I was going to pass out. I slowly walked forward as I started looking at all the other kids; most were in groups and all talking and smiling. I felt very small, like I was an alien who had just landed on planet earth. I thought to myself; 'I should be home playing hide and seek with my little sister' which was so much fun when we were kids, but I wasn't, instead I was in a big class room with a bunch of kids who looked as nervous as I was. But since I couldn't stop the echo of my family telling me that I was going to be the smartest kid in the world I figured I give it a shot. Even though every kid I'd met in class so far had said 'this school was the worst school.' As I walked with a big book back on my back. I tried to look like I fit in. as I looked around inside my class, I noticed that all the tables had names and numbers on. My dad was supposed to come into the class room with me and seat me in the class. Instead he left me to rotten thinking that he dropped me in the right class room. However, this asst. teacher who saw me inside the class with no table directed me to another classroom down the hallway.

So I stumbled upon classroom to classroom when was finally told by another student that it was the opposite class to the right of the building trying not to look at anyone, the walls were painted with rainbows as I was walking by I recall. When I got to the class room I was pointed to, I walked up to this teacher, sitting behind a desk and asked her if I was in the right class room. Instead I felt