My name is
Immanuel and now I am in class 4 but still
remember when I was admitted to school.
I was five years when I was going to be taken to
school. My mother taught me how to talk and
write in English. It was a new and unknown place
to me. I was scared and excited at the same
time. My father told me how to make friends, why
I should listen to the teachers, where I should
and should not go. When I understood all this I
was not scared any more.
When I went to school the next day it was full
of strangers. I went to my class for the first
time. My teacher told me to make new friends. By
the fifth period I found my new best friend. His
name was Sherven Gomes. Even now if I forget
anything he would share with me or remind me.
It was break time. My teacher told me to eat my
tiffin and I did not know what tiffin was. So I
asked my teacher and she told me that the food
my mother packed for me was called tiffin. I
shared my food with the other children.
Soon the bell rang and everybody was going home.
I also went home with my parents. I can never
forget this day.