I bit my lips as I stepped into my classroom. I felt the wetness of my sweaty palms as I switched my pink Barbie lunch bag from one hand to the other. Suddenly, I felt welcomed as if the daisies in the summer were calling the sun. My teacher approached me kindly and put me seated. He soon told me how bright I must be as I didn't have the need to attend the ESL classes even though it was my first year of schooling in Canada. My thoughts drew back as I thanked my parents in my mind for those boring afternoon private English tuition. My eyes were too afraid to circle the classroom even though my heart was eager to get a glimpse of my classmates. So I continued glancing back and forth to the game area and the decorative artwork that filled the walls of my classroom. "Look! I have the same bag as you but in purple," said the girl next to me with a friendly smile. I greeted her back with a big smile and gradually started chatting. The conversation didn't last for a moment, but for ages. If it wasn't for those old school days, I would have lost the opportunity to meet an outstanding individual who is not only my best friend but grew together as a sister to me. Therefore, I raise my head for the remarkable experiences of school and indeed very proud to reveal that public school days was as pleasure as having a scoop of ice cream on a sun burning day!
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