My First Day in School



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The sun had just begun to rise, casting a golden glow over everything. I remember that morning vividly—the way the light streamed through my bedroom window and how my heart beat a little faster with excitement and nerves. It was finally here: my first day of school.

I had imagined this day for weeks. My parents had bought me a brand-new red polo shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans, and a small backpack that seemed to swallow half of me when I wore it. Inside that backpack were brand-new pencils, a notebook with a cartoon dog on the cover, a lunch box filled with snacks, and my favorite water bottle. Everything smelled new—like fresh paper, rubber, and the promise of adventure.

When my mom helped me get dressed that morning, her hands were gentle but her eyes sparkled with emotion. She brushed my hair neatly and gave me a quick hug. “You’re going to do great,” she whispered.

We walked to school together, hand in hand. The school building looked enormous. It had tall walls, rows of windows, and a playground I had only seen through the fence on walks with my parents. Children of all ages were pouring in, some with wide grins, others clinging to their parents. The air buzzed with laughter, chatter, and a few nervous tears.

My classroom was called "Room 1A" and my teacher’s name was Ms. Harper. She stood by the door with a big smile and greeted every child with a cheerful “Good morning!” When it was my turn, she knelt down to my level and said, “Welcome to 1A. What’s your name?”

“I’m Samira,” I said softly, clutching the straps of my backpack.

“Well, Samira, we are so happy you’re here.” Her kind voice made me feel a little better.

Inside the classroom, everything was colorful and inviting. There were posters with the alphabet, a calendar with the date circled in red, and shelves filled with books and puzzles. I found my cubby—my name was written on a bright sticker—and placed my bag inside.

At first, I didn’t know where to sit. The small round tables were filled with children who already seemed to know each other. I hesitated for a second before choosing an empty seat. Just then, a girl with curly hair and glasses looked at me and said, “Hi! I’m Lila. Want to sit here?”

I nodded, and we smiled at each other. That small moment of kindness was all I needed.

Ms. Harper clapped her hands and called us to the carpet. “Today is a special day,” she said. “It’s the start of a new journey. And we’re going to learn so many amazing things together!”

We sang a welcome song, introduced ourselves, and even did a fun activity where we colored stars with our favorite things written inside. Mine said: “I love drawing, ice cream, and kittens.”

Throughout the morning, we read a picture book about a bunny who was scared of school but ended up loving it. I felt just like that bunny. We also toured the school—the library, the music room, the gym, and even the cafeteria. Everything was big, but fascinating.

Lunchtime came and I sat with Lila and two other kids who were also in our class. We shared stories about our pets and what cartoons we liked. I offered them a piece of the chocolate cookie my mom packed, and they offered their snacks in return. It felt like we were already friends.

After lunch, we did a painting activity. I chose to paint a tree with birds flying above it. Ms. Harper walked by and said, “That’s beautiful, Samira! You’re an artist.” My heart soared. I had always loved drawing, and now my teacher noticed!

When the day finally ended, I was both tired and happy. As we lined up to leave, Ms. Harper handed each of us a small paper star that read: “You did it! First day of school champion!”

Outside the school, my mom was waiting with a big smile. I ran to her and hugged her tightly. “It was fun,” I said, “I made a friend, and the teacher liked my painting!”

She listened as I told her every little detail on our walk home. It felt like I had entered a whole new world that day—a world full of learning, laughter, and new beginnings.

That night, as I lay in bed, I looked at the paper star on my nightstand. I knew tomorrow would be another day of discovery. But no matter how many school days came after, I would always remember that first one—the day my journey began.



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