My Memoir

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My Very First School Day
I was so excited that I could hardly sleep. I spent all the night taking my new colorful school stuff out of my small pinky backpack and returning them in. I checked them billion times, smiling from ear to ear. It was 7:30 am and I was completely awake for my first day of first year of school. After eagerly wearing my first uniform, I bounced about in happiness. I could not keep still as my mother was brushing my curly black hair. She asked me if I was excited about going to school and I nodded and chuckled gleefully. scared and I extremely assured her that there was nothing to be scared of. I remember myself sitting by one of the living room windows impatiently waiting for the school bus. " The yellow bus is outside" I cried in delight. On the journey to the school, I was whistling and humming some of my mother’s favorite songs. The bus finally arrived at its destination. I enthusiastically got off the bus facing the school gigantic gates. Since it was my first day, those moments supposed to be awkward and nerve-wracking. On the contrary, they were not because my older sister accompanied me to the school. So I felt so secure that I had no negative foresights about anything. I noticed seeing the doorman sitting on a chair in front of the gates. Despite the difficultness of noticing the smile on his wrinkled face, I could hardly see him smiling at me when he opened the gates for me to enter. My eyes gleamed by seeing the world behind the gates. I was very elated to see many girls wearing the same as me. To my great surprise, one of my second cousins was there with her mother. I was so happy that her mother left her with us. We were deeply puzzled by hearing the bell ringing. Everyone went to the school backyard for a line-up. All the teachers came out for lining everyone up. My eyes nearly popped out on seeing one of them showing up with a long stick. Every teacher led her students to their class. Unfortunately, I was in that...
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