My First Day To School

School is regarded as a temple of learning. It is also considered as a training organization for future good citizens. Unfortunately, not all children are lucky to go to school. A school is a training ground for the child. The child builds new relations, meets boys and girls of different natures and forms new thoughts and habits. A right kind of school is of great importance because a school prepares the child for tackling different problems and facing different challenges in life.

My parents had enrolled me in a local school at the age of five. The memory of my first day in school is still fresh in my mind. It was a big school. It had five floors. There were twenty-five classes in my school. In all, there were forty teachers and three sirs. There was a separate room for the Principal. She was a very strict person. The school had a compound where we played during thirty minutes recess. There was a big ground behind the school. However, we were not allowed to go there.

One day my parents took me to the Principal’s office for the admission in the school. I was very afraid seeing her long white hair. She asked me my name, my age and some simple questions. I answered them nervously. Later after having some talks with my parents, she gave me a small packet of toffees and asked me to distribute them among my classmates after school reopened next month.

Within a few weeks, school reopened. As it was my very first day, I went crying to the school. I felt very bad leaving my parents. I entered the class and sat on the first bench. My class teacher entered in the class. She seemed very kind. She treated me very well. In the beginning, I felt a bit nervous in the new surroundings. Children looked at me surprisingly and smiled. May be because I was little plump and tall than them. That day I got my first lesson in English alphabets and numbers.

The bell for recess rang. Children rushed out of the classroom. Some of them gathered around me as if they were watching some strange living being. They started laughing at me and made my fun. I felt very bad. However, a few children too felt bad for me and they came forward to support me. This was something very new for me.

The final bell rang at two o’clock in the afternoon. All the children were overjoyed on hearing the bell. Even I was happy that my first day to school ended. I picked up my bag, hanged my water bottle on shoulder and hurried to get back to my mother who had come to take me.