My First Day of School
Fear started taking over. I was walking into my first school in America. I had a long journey from India to join my parents, who had been here for three years, hoping America would help my future.
On the first day, I was already confused because back in India the teachers switch according to periods while most of the students have the same periods, but here it was totally1.
With anxiety (焦虑) on one hand and fear on the other. I opened the door2.Since I was a bit late, everyone's eyes were on me as I entered the room. Without paying attention to them, I went straight to the teacher and asked if this was the right class. With a soft voice he answered, "Yes." His voice3me a little. Then he asked me to choose a seat. I didn't actually want to4a scat. In India we had assigned (分配的) scats, so I never needed to worry about that.
I was confused about which buildings to go to, but I5to get to my classes without asking anyone. I was very confused about when I would have lunch. It was already noon. The bell rang and I entered my next class. Again, I asked the teacher if I was in the right class. Then I chose a seat, sat down and waited for the6to begin. The teacher looked at me with a puzzled face, "Why don't you go for lunch?" But the bell just rang." I said. "That is the lunch bell," she said. Without another word I7for the cafeteria (餐厅). I felt lucky because we didn't have this in India.
Every confusion seemed like a difficulty I had to get through to reach my8.At the end of the day, at the school gate I found my bus and sat down inside happily. I was thinking, today wasn't so bad. I couldn't wait for the next day to come.
