I remember very well the day when I crossed the gate of the school for the first time. It was the 3rd of November 1990 and I was 7 years old. I knew that this day was special. It was the end of the first part of my life. I was enterning a new, different world. I was, of course, stressed because of that. The opening was at 9 o'clock but I was ready at 7 o'clock. I had a new white shirt and a dark trousers.
Before I had seen the school only from outside and I was wondering what was inside. I entered the building with my father but he had to go to work. He only accompanied me to the classroom. The school was big and full of unkniown people. Fortunately, in the class I met some friends from the kindergarten. My neighbour was also inside. I sat near him and we started talking. Soon the teacher, a young woman, went into the class. She told us about the school. Then she divided us into two groups: class A and class B. My friend and I got into the same class and I remember that I was very happy because of that.
Later the partent of my neigbour came and took us home. I was very excited and immediately prepared myself for the first day of learning.
