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First Day of School

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Personal Experience Essay - Mrs. Harris First Day of School Mum said I was going somewhere special today. Somewhere I'd never been before. The car bounced along the fresh-morning road with joy. "Are we going on holiday mum?" "Nope, even better." She replied with a small smirk. Anticipation, curiosity and excitement all struck at once. After what seemed like hours we reached this place-that-was-better-than-holiday. Two large metal gates stood protecting what looked like a big red castle from a fairy tale. The unfamiliar face of a man in a suit stood guard from behind the gates, smiling at me as I walked towards the castle gripping my mothers hand tightly. "Helo, Tiwdor." He said with a certain authority that was hard to ignore. I decided if I didn't make eye contact he would leave me alone. "Where are we mummy?" "You're in school sweetie." With that I was dumbfounded. ...read more.

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The yellow haired lady led us around the giant playroom, showing us all of the play-things. From sand pits to giant Lego pieces, the choice was astounding - this truly was the place for me. As the day went by I made friends and we chatted about things like our pet dinosaurs and monster friends all the way back at home. We laughed as one of the other boys started crying because he couldn't operate the Lego blocks properly. An unfamiliar woman came along, holding a tray of chopped fruit and milk cartons. Everybody was herded around a big red table in the middle of the room. We were all handed cartons of milk and a choice of fruit; everyone enjoyed this apart from the quiet girl who had to drink water instead. Next we were sent out into the playing ground where the boys raced and the girls went to the quiet corners of the yard to play secret games. ...read more.

Conclusion

"Oi, Gwrando nei di!" All faces turned to me, two girls at the front giggled; my cheeks became big round tomatoes. A sudden rush of anger rushed through my veins topped off by a slight sense of betrayal. Mum only ever shouted at me like that - I now despised this woman. But, after another fifteen minutes of her gentle voice telling the story, I forgave her and now listened intently to the story I barely understood. After another five minutes she told everyone it was time to go home. Another; this time quite different, rush of emotion struck me. I wanted to stay here longer, with my new best friend and the story-telling yellow-haired lady. I began to cry - and I wasn't alone, others did the same. I walked towards my mother who was waiting by the front gates with the other parents, tears still in my eyes. Sunlight gently stroked the back of my neck. "Was it really that bad?" She said with a smile on her face. Word count - 829 ...read more.

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