A Day in School Life

The day I spent in school life began with my mother's sorghum called "moooooooorninnnnng". Because I have a cold, I woke up with a headache, and I could not breathe. My father cried every five minutes and appealed that my exercise was not urgent. I do not have enough time to drink tea; when I swallow my throat tea burns my tongue and gives off a stink. I ran to the bus stop as soon as possible. When I arrived, I was busy in the morning but I noticed that it was actually early.

Actually, my daily life in junior high school is a sharp juxtaposition. The old building built in the early 20th century, the principal, the chief, the long corridor of the captain of the rugby captain, the classroom and the playground of the main (but not the only) white teenage boys are the places I'm used to. From elementary school, my classroom seats are occupied by black children (mainly Nigerian), and you can imagine this is like a cultural shock. Another obvious fact is that I returned to the concrete maze of Alice Berry Estate every day until a few years after we left this area. This is the opposite of the green heaven with my school.

My first impression of school was the first day of elementary school. This is my first day with no toys and beautiful style dresses. Elementary school is far beyond my small nursery. It was a wonderful day. I pretended to be a good girl and sat down in my seat carefully. Teacher, please ask a kind lady. I saw a small table and a small chair. Suddenly, girls in Snow White 's clothes were pushed into the classroom by grandparents, shouting loudly, making the serious feelings of the class interesting. The teacher gave us a card of our name, and we gave us some price tags. I think that we are like "our cliche". Then the teacher took us to school. The new place and the feeling of a new life are the most valuable. We went to the class in the afternoon; the textbook is new, unlike the old fairy tale book on the cresche shelf. With a smile and laughter, we left school