first day of school

My palms were sweaty, my legs were sore, and my arms were heavy. Fear started taking over. I was walking into my first school. I was afraid how I would do. It was a big building with a large compound wall. I forced up a weak smile as I left my parent. I took a deep breath and started walking towards the main entrance. As a small child I could not feel stable at the sight of the building. I thought to myself, why were so many people around me. Most of them were running around, zooming past me like racing cars, missing me by tiny fractions. I felt so alone, like a stray dog lost in the middle of a big city. All I wanted was to be home again.
As I walked down the hallway I almost urinated in my pants. I was not familiar with such atmosphere earlier. With anxiety on one hand and fear on the other, I reached for the door knob, opening it slowly. Everyone’s eyes were on me as I entered the room. From a distance, it looked like the people were ants. Without paying attention to them, I went straight to the teacher and asked if this was the right class. With a soft voice he answered, “Yes.” His voice comforted me a little. The class teacher asked my name and where­abouts. My class teacher was very gentle. He encouraged me and treated me kindly. I felt a bit nervous in the new environment. The boys looked at me with wonder and smiled. Some of them gathered rounded me. They laughed at me and made fun of me. A few sympathized with me and befriended me. The bell for interval rang. At first, I was not able to understand why there were so many teachers. The class teacher left our class and another teacher came. The teacher wrote some words on the blackboard. He taught simple arithmetic’s. Then the bell rang. Another class began.