Describe your oldest memory in school. Elaborate on what made it memorable enough to be etched in your memory.
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Oldest memory in school is exhibition in my school In 2019 which made memorable because I enjoy as much as I do.!
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My earliest memory of school was the first day I went to school, the first day of kindergarten. I was so excited. My older brother had told me about school and how you learned cool, new stuff and played games in gym. I had been waiting for my turn to start school for what seemed like forever and now, it was finally the day!
But, as I walked down the halls with my mom holding my hand, I started to get worried. This place was so big. And there were so many other kids yelling and walking around. I liked hanging out with my brother and was okay with my younger sister, but I had never really been around other kids.
And these other kids seemed wild! They were everywhere, making so much noise, running around. I had never seen other kids misbehaving so much. It scared me a little, to see them so out of control. (I had been taught to be very well-behaved in public and I could relax but not go crazy at home, thus I had no frame of reference, so it seemed the kids behavior was exaggerated, but in truth, it was a normal school.)
I held onto my mom’s hand a little tighter. Finally, we arrived to the classroom I was supposed to go to. I remember that it was on the left-hand side of the hall and as we drew close, I noticed a lady greeting everyone at the door with a big smile. She was making direct eye contact with me. I got a bit more nervous, realizing she would expect some sort of response from me, but I didn’t know English. She greeted my mom, then bent down to my level, shook my hand, and said something. I nearly wanted to hide behind my mom, but when I looked up at my mom she just gave me a nod. So, I tried to figure out what I was supposed to say. Somehow the meaning of whatever the teacher had said filtered down to me and I gave her my name.
She checked her list (I hadn’t even noticed she had a list!) and after finding my name gave us a nod and gestured for me to enter the classroom. I really didn’t want to leave my mom, but she gave me a nod as she squeezed my hand reassuringly. Then she let go of my hand. I had no choice if I didn’t want to embarrass her. I took a deep breath as I gathered my courage and stepped through the classroom entrance to see what awaited me. I was immediately taken aback by how much noise and action there was. It seemed as if there were so many kids just bouncing off the walls and running back and forth from station to station (different activity and games stations). Though I had to admit the toy kitchen station looked pretty fun. But it also looked pretty full with a lot of girls there and a boy or two as well. So, I slowly headed toward the desks behind those stations and noticed names on them. I started looking for my name and once I found it, I put my backpack down and sat down looking around in wonder. Once, I got a bit accustomed to the chaos, I remembered to look back toward the door and noticed my mom was talking to the teacher. I wondered how since my mom didn’t know English either, but they seemed to understand each other. Reassured, I continued to look around the classroom as I sat at my desk, paying more attention to the different stations there were and trying to decide where I might like to go if I got the chance. Once I finished my examination, I looked back up to see if my mom was still talking to the teacher.
I was shocked to find that she was gone! I started panicking internally and felt like crying, but noticed other kids that were bawling and making a scene, despite some moms there trying to reassure them. I wasn’t going to act spoiled and throw a tantrum like that! I pushed back my tears and took a few moments to swallow back my fears. I was still scared, but I had to be strong and figure out what to do. My mom obviously trusted me enough to handle it. I couldn’t let her down and embarrass her. I decided to just wait at my desk. A few minutes later, the bell rang and the teacher came back to give instructions to the class.
Things get a bit blurry after that, but I remember the fear of wondering how I was supposed to get back home at the end of the day. I had no clue!
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