My First Day in School
When I was five years old, my parents sent me to Jordan to start school. I got there at night and the following morning my aunt took me to school. I still remember 2 unusual, but interesting incidents that happened that day which I will never forget for the rest of my life. The first one is the candy boxes that my grandfather had bought and had my aunt take to school as a gift for my teachers and classmates. Before I went to my classroom, my aunt took me to the principal's office and had me hold one box and offer it to the school principal. I did that with my arms up (I was too short and the principal was too tall then), my head down and my eyes looking at the floor. I was so shy as all the teachers were looking at me and smiling. Next, we went to my classroom and I had to carry the second box, go around and give candy to every child in my class. Once again I was shy as I was never among so many children in one room. The reason I had to take candy with me to school was that when I was born, I was the first baby girl in the family. My grandfather was so happy. He made a promise that if he lived to see me go to school, he would send my teachers and classmates chocolate. I still remember how the boxes looked like. The second incident is that I tried to go home on my own and I got lost. I was walking in the street and crying. My aunt was a high school student. Although she asked me to wait for her to pick me up, I found the school gate open and decided to wander around. Thinking that I could walk home on my own, I was walking in circles and did not know where to go. So I cried and cried and cried. But finally, my aunt was able to find me and take me home safely.