It was such a big day but i don't remember very much. It's like an impressionist painting: shapes, colours, and smells and sounds too. But i was only five years old and it was a long time ago!
i walked to school with Mum and i cried all the way. ididn't want to go. i had a blue ruucksack and a big new box of crayons. The playground was full of noisy, excited kids. Some of the children looked huge- i never knew that i was so small! then a bell rang and everybody stopped running and went inside. how did everybody know what to do?
the walls were yellow and there was a horrible smell of soap everywhere. My teacher's name was Mrs bell. ("what a strange name!" I thought.) She wasn't very strict. in fact she was really nice but i didn't understand a lot of the things she said that day. Terms, timetables, registers, cloakrooms... What did she mean? And why was her voice so loud all the time? it was strange.
i don't remember what we learnt thet day. i think we sang songs and clappse a lot. Mrs bell read us a story and we sat cross-leggend on the floor. i was embarrassed because i didn't know how to do it! there was also an aquarium with ugly fish in it- another horrible smell.
"so, Kte, were you a good girl today?" dad asked me later.
"i don't konw" i said
"was it fun?"
"no! and mrs bell sai thatwe have to go back tomorrow!" i wasn't very happy.
"did you lear anything useful? numbers? colours?"
"dad! why are you asking me all these questions? didn't you go to school?"
per favore aiutatemi!!!
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Pleaseee!!! è per domani!