My Personal Story: My First Day at School

My Personal Story: My First Day at School

By: Kornchanok  Eiamsantipaisarn (Erng)  10M

            I was staring at a big orange building with my big bag and both of my hands were caring tons of books. It seemed like I was a weight-lifter who lifted weight in the final round of the lift weight tournament. I went straight to the huge two basketball course where the green bulletin board was situated. There were lots of white papers with too many alphabets on it. Suddenly, I saw one line from about 500 lines that totally got my full attention. That was my name! Thank god! Finally I know where I should go now. It was room 311 at the third floor. I felt very excited, very awestruck and very heavy while I walked upstairs going to that room.

            I heard some noisy voices and it was gradually louder when I slowly step up to the next staircases. When I almost reach my destination, I was halted at the staircase. There were so many people walked around and sat on the floor. Everyone was an alien; I couldn’t understand and have no idea about language that they used to speak to each other at all! I slowly walked up quietly to small empty space where I can put my bag and my books.

            The bell has rung for a while, and then a lot of people started to walk into the room. I’m a last person who went into the room. All seats are full except the two seats at back. I have no choice so I need to sit there with my twin sister. I can’t be able to see what is a black alien was written on the white board. When that black alien started to talk in the language that I can’t be able to understand, it was very fast that sound very strange to me. Later on, I knew that the black alien who stood in front of the room has given something for us to do, but I don’t know and can’t even see the board. God please helps me! As I was in a bad situation, my angel was suddenly appeared. She was a guy who sat next to me. She has lighted up my life. I didn’t know why she help me because we didn’t know other yet, or maybe she might felt pity to me and thought that why am I here. By the way, I need to give a very special thank to her. Her name is Gwen; actually we just know each other by name until now. She made me could be able to finish my work on time and sent it to that black alien. He is my homeroom teacher, Mr. Prasad from India.

            Finally, I am still alive at home. I thought that I wouldn’t be able to go home because I felt like I have gone to another world and couldn’t find the way to go back. This is how I felt about my first day at Niva International School.