My first day at primary school

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My First day in Primary School

       I remember my first day at Kings Hedges Primary school as if it was yesterday. As I stepped on the school grounds I felt a trickle of sweat roll down my face, my hands were clammy and moist and my heart was beating so fast they could be classified as drums. It was so intriguing yet daunting entering a whole new culture and I knew I was going to have to adapt to living in Britain instead of Ghana. Everything here was so developed, like a posh museum in which you weren’t allowed to touch anything. There was everything you could possibly ask for; computers, plasma TVs, mp3’s, game boys, mobile phones and so much more. It was truly a dream.

      As I walked through the playfield, my hand clenched to my mother’s hand, the kids stopped kicking footballs and gossiping and gave me a long icy stare like I was some outsider (which I kind of was.) I tagged on to my mother even more begging her not to leave my in this prison but she said “You’ll be fine honey, you’ll make friends soon.”

      When we finally reached my classroom I was amazed to see a clean, spacious room filled with marvelous artwork, wonderful displays of topics like The Tudors and World War 2 and even a smart board. Well at first I didn’t know what it was and I was eying it suspiciously trying to figure it out but my teacher reassured me that it was a smart board and showed me some of the interesting features it had. Then she introduced herself. “Hello I’m Mrs. Foster and welcome to Yr 3.” I was quite surprised to hear her high pitched, squeaky voice and I knew it was soon going to get irritating. She gave me a quick tour around the classroom and informed me of the school rules. Then I helped her set out the classroom ready for the first lesson.

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       “Ding, ding, ding” went the school bell. Kids started pouring into the classroom, all of them chatting away about Pop Idol and the latest episode of Eastenders. Most of them seemed pretty friendly. Then a crowd of people gathered around me asking me millions of questions which made me feel welcome to this eccentric but wonderful new society. Then Mrs. Foster hushed the class and brought me to the front. “Now class this is Eusebia and as you can see she’s new to our class so I want you all to make her feel welcome,” she said in her annoying ...

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