My First Day at School or College

There are such moving incidents in our lives that we can never forget. As for me, the most remarkable event in my life is the memory of my first day at school.

My first day at school is a day I will never forget. I went to school for the first time when I was only five years old but I can recollect all the happenings on that day. The day before my school opened, my father asked me to keep my books ready.

The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual. Then I bathed and dressed myself neatly. My mother helped me wash my face and get dressed. The school things bought by my mother the previous day were put carefully in the new brown leather schoolbag. Then my father took me to school.

On the way to school, my father tenderly held my hand and looked at me fondly. The mad to school now seemed quite strange to me although in toy childhood I rambled along it so many times! The other children of my own age, in new clothes in v, %Awn. timidly accompanied by their parents to school.

A strange and inexplicable feeling bloomed in my heart. Then I had a feeling of worry and fear when I caught sight of the imposing and gigantic elementary school in front of me. It looked so majestic in its new colors. The schoolyard was packed with pupils and their parents. The old pupils were playing with marbles or with spinning tops running up and down, talking and laughing merrily. The headmaster and the teachers, neatly dressed, were standing on the school verandah.

In the school, I saw a number of new boys and girls waiting in the corridor. They were all like me in the school for the first time. I was then taken to a classroom. Suddenly there echoed the sounds of a drum in my heart.

We were all ordered to stand in line before the flagstaff to salute the colors. When the flag salute was over, we by turns went into our classrooms. A young and mild-looking teacher greeted us at the door. And in a gentle voice he taught us the first lesson.

For some time, I found myself helpless, but it did not take much time for me to be friendly with other students. After two periods, they began to tease me and I was much annoyed.

During the recess time, all my classmates gathered around me. One pulled my shirt while another pulled my ear. A third boy challenged for a fight. I was frightened and began to cry. My teacher seeing me crying came to me and asked me why I was crying. When I told him my "story", the teacher punished the boys, and from that time onwards they stopped bullying me.

I was really happy to be in school on the first day. It was indeed a memorable day. I cannot forget the first at school in my life.