first expereinces always stays in mind:
            
             It was about three years ago when my family and me moved to Canada. My older sister went to Brock University to study one day after we arrived to Canada. She seemed happy. Two weeks after, my younger sister went to school. The only person left at home was me. Life was not boring at all. I was enjoying life and trying to get to know more about Canada. My aunt is a teacher. She usually has her mean words and speeches. Once she asked me to read an advertisement on the magazine and she asked me to translate it. Later on, I found out that she was pulling my leg and the advertisement was a French article and since the Alphabets are the same, I was unable to recognize one from the other. Days passed by until I finally got to my turn to get registered at school. The school was huge. I still remember my old school before I came here. It had 150 students only and just so many classes. The principle took me for a tour around the school. It was the first school in Canada I ever step in. It looked nice, smelled nice! But it was different, Some how weird, but some how nice. I was wondering what was exactly going on my mind. Next day was the first day of school. I woke up early in the morning. It was raining outside. My uncle drove me to my bus. Taking a yellow bus sounds like so much fun to me. I got in the bus but there was no seat for me. People were looking weird at me. Finally somebody let me sit beside him. I got to school knowing that a long day is waiting for me. Never mind the classes but lunch time was longer than anything else. For me, it was way too long. I started walking around the school, I said to myself, "I wish I was back in my country, what am I supposed to do now? What is wrong with these people?" Watching girls walking around with really short skirts and short tight shirts on one side and seeing guys with all those big baggy pants half way up was weird but acceptable. The gro...