"The spring rolls rhyme, the years under the roof of love, under the teacher's teaching and love, the most important we should not lose that is the beautiful memories of the new months. And also, memory is a treasure, a place to store what happened in the life of every human being. Simple and natural, memory is an ideal place to hide memories and memories as a special ingredient to create a memory. "If I had a little more time, I could save a lot of memories in my own mind." Especially not what happens in life is a memory and memory, and perhaps, each student's anniversary is the first day of school for each school year and with me the memory that I remember forever. That is the first day to enter the high school. That place - high school 3 will be a place to remember my beautiful moments and memories.
Surely in each of us, everyone has their own moments that are hard to forget. It will make us remember forever, remember every time we sit alone or when we remind you of them. And so, me too, the days of breaking old school, friends, teachers and even my juniors are laughing, I feel very sad. But the old school farewell is not that we do not have another school to learn. It is to start a new life where there are friends, teachers and even the laughter, the teaser of the third time that people call the time: "Most demon, second ghost, third pupil." And that is a new door of life that is really hard to forget. . August is the month the flowers cluster flowers only a few cotton left and also the time I entered high school and learn the first lesson. The school door opened after months of closure. This place with me completely strange. Everything else is different when I set foot in the school. It felt like it was strange and strange as I stood in the middle of the castle and next to me were carefree friends who laughed all the time. If I was a junior in high school, I would now become junior high school. But I would try to adapt to the atmosphere and teaching here because of the place. Will be the place that almost decides my life. This is a hard challenge. The first day I went to school was a beautiful day, the sun was warm like the mother's arms and the wind gently blew into the hair of the girls made them beautiful as the girls ten. And I prepared everything that the school announced when I submitted my application. I did not feel like the old school scene - as in the second grade - it was a new scene with rows of stone benches, banisters placed elsewhere. Each and every one of the planted trees and well-trimmed basins is like a green park.
After a brief period of instruction, we were assigned to our classroom. My classroom is on the first floor. On the way to class, I wish I could study with my friends every day. But my wish did not come true because my friend had already attended another class. But try to up and later will also get used to other friends because I am very sociable. After a few minutes, after entering the seat, the head teacher entered the classroom. Her picture reminds me of my teacher in 9th grade. Her gaze is like the teacher always worried about the students. Not as tall and slender as everyone else, but my class-10 aunt-teacher is always passionate, passionate and devoted to students. And her image makes me feel less relieved. than. At first she taught us the rules of a high school student. That was the lesson her people taught us at this new school. Perhaps the most impressive is probably the opening day because then I will be wearing a pure white gown. And the gentle winds of the hair of the ladies fluttering and the bright smiles that make them beautiful and make me look like a true third person. The school principal's name was raised as a blessing for us to learn well, and since then I have learned that my academic journey has begun to take hold.
