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narrative eassy on my first day of school

Answer 1

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A school is place of learning for a child. It is a training ground for him. Here he forms new associates, comes in contact with boys of different temperaments and forms new ideas and habits. 


It is here that he prepares himself for the stage of life. So the right type of educational school is for great importance for him. 


I was enrolled in a school at the age of five. It was a primary school. The memory of my first day in school is still fresh in my mind. It was a small school with eight rooms. 


There were ten teachers including the physical instructor. The headmaster’s office was separate. The school had a compound with lush green lawns and flowers bedded. 


My father took me to the headmaster’s office and got me admitted in the school. He gave me a packet of toffees to be distributed among my classmates. 


My class teacher was very gentle. He encouraged me and treated me kindly. I felt a bit nervous in the new environment. The boys looked at me with wonder and smiled. I had with me English primer and got my first lesson in alphabet. 


The bell for interval rang. The boys rushed out of the classrooms. Some of them gathered rounded me. They laughed at me and made fun of me. A few sympathized with me and befriended me. I had a novel experience. 


The last bell went at three in the afternoon. All the boys felt very happy. I also took my bag and hurried back to my home. ...
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Answer 2

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It was a bright sunny day, the sky was a soft shade of blue. I stepped out from my car and say good bye to my mom. I slowly walked forward as I started looking at all the other kids, most were in groups and all talking laughing and smiling. I felt very small, like I was an alien who had just landed on a new planet. I thought to myself, 'I should be at home, with my friends talking and laughing. But I wasn't, I was in St. Peter’s SchoolDurgapur



As I looked around  my class, I noticed I was on the wrong side of the building. 'At least I know where the main building is' I said to myself. The main building looked bright and cheery.



I was nervous at all. Everything was going wrong. Whenever I try to look other student then they were not responding me normally. But I find all the teachers were very friendly. All the teacher talked me in a very pleasant way. I liked it. At least it drained out my all nervousness. I wanted to go back home and to say my mom about the first experience of my school. However I could not make any friend at first day.  It was not so bad like other school.



Whenever I remember my first day of my school it cheers me.                                 

 Class 1
 In my opinion, the first day of school has the biggest impact on the way a person will eventually turn out in the future. I remember one boy, Montek Ahlu, whom on his first day urinated in his pants. He is still known to this day as "Muttu". This begs to ask the question; if, on your first day, you look "cool" and people see you as cool, then will you be popular? Alternatively, if you start off your day by crying, vomiting, or peeing, will people avoid you, no matter how nice or generous you are to them? What could cause this madness you ask? This isn't just any first day of school; it's the first day of kindergarten. 


On first arrival, I was scared to see children of my age with their parents. I lived on a street where most of my neighbors were relatively older people. I had only a single friend that was near my age, Tithi,   and we played together all the time; but sadly, she wasn't in like me. Now, standing with my mother just like the rest of the kids, I saw some parents leave. They left their children there to play. My mother looked at me and said, "I'm going to go now. I will be back before you have to leave. Don't worry; everyone is very nice here.", and gave me a peck on the cheek. I looked at her with glassy eyes and a confused glare, wondering, "Why are we all here at school?" She slowly walked away, turning back a few times to check if I started to mingle with the other kids. I stood still and looked around the room; none of the children were playing. They were only trying to keep their parents from leaving them. I observed one of the children who started to cry, and turn red in the face. He yelled and pounded on his father's legs. 


In short It was a great experience of first day at School.