My First Day Of School

No matter what we say, it is boring, it is awful, it is scary, but the truth is and will always be that the school is one place where we spend the best time of our lives. We may hate going to school but at the same time we simply can’t live without it. School is where we get introduced to the amazingness of the fantastic world we live in. School shapes us and our minds and teaches us to tackle any problems we may face in our lives. That is why, it is called the “The Temple of Knowledge” and it truly is.

My first day of school holds a permanent place in my mind. I remember every detail, in high definition. At first I did know the meaning of school, but as the events unfolded I learned that school was sure fun.

On a Sunday evening, my dad told me with a grin that I’ll be going to ‘school’ the next day, I was puzzled and confused as I did not know the meaning of the word, ”school”. But I assumed that it was an amusement park and yelled “Yeah!” in my childish voice for I was 3 years old then.

The next day started earlier than usual, it was 7 am when my mom woke me up. It was for school, she said so I didn’t mind. She got me dressed in a new but absurd costume, nothing like I had seen before. I quickly had my breakfast and rushed to the door but as I was going to open it, my little hands over the door knob, I paused and looked at my mother; I noticed she was carrying an attractive blue bag. Out of curiosity, I asked, “What is in that bag, mother?” ”Things which you are going to need at school” she answered. I imagined a camera, a water bottle and some snacks, what else do you need at an amusement park? I quickly opened the door and started running towards the car, not running exactly but I wanted to; my new dress was making it difficult, particularly my exceptionally large cap which frequently dropped over my eyes. I finally made it and tried to open the car door with my hands at full stretch. I was an inch too short. My mother helped me out and we entered the car.

Within minutes we were at the amusement park. From the outside it didn’t look much like an amusement park but as my father always told me, “Never judge a book by its cover.” I kept my hopes up. I could see many other children of my age wearing a similar dress as mine, only difference in their clothing was that they wore perfectly comfortable caps unlike my cap which was starting to trouble me more than anything in the world that I could imagine. I advanced towards the school doors but I noticed my mother waving at me which was weird, I ran back to my mother and asked, “What are you waiting for? Aren’t you coming?” She told me that parents weren’t allowed in schools and that sentence made me hate the school more than my cap. What kind of an amusement park does not allow the entry of parents? I hesitantly stepped into the school premises and guess what I saw, it was no amusement park! That broke my heart and I almost cried. A lady guided me to a ground where the children had gathered. Most of the other children were crying, I guess they were in the same state of mind as me. A woman which I later learned was known as a teacher introduced us to the basic rules of the school. During the assembly, a strong wind blew my cap away which made me feel a little happy. The teacher took us to a room which they called a ‘class’. We took our seats, some of the children were sobbing while others seemed puzzled. Our teacher was very nice she gave us a few toys and comforted the crying children. She asked us to introduce ourselves so we did. Next, she did something unexpected, she handed me my lost cap, I wondered how she had found it and took it reluctantly. But something was different, somehow my cap wasn’t annoying anymore, it was fit and comfortable. She said,” I saw you struggling with your cap and retrieved it as the wind blew it away, all you have to do is adjust this little strap, right here.” She pointed towards a little strap at the back of the cap. Suddenly the school didn’t seem too bad and gradually the crying children stopped as well. We all seemed to have forgotten that our parents weren’t there and played together and enjoyed ourselves, we had a lot of fun and the crying faces were replaced by smiles and laughter. Suddenly I heard a bell but I did not like it as it signified the end of school.

Outside the school, I saw my mother waiting for me; I rushed to her and hugged her. “How did it go?” she asked, I replied with a smile,” Best day of my life!”

In the end I understood the true meaning of school and decided that school was more fun than any other amusement park in the world!