First time in first grade: BURO edition. – about the Day of Personal Knowledge

To be honest, I don’t have many pleasant memories of school. In high school, frankly, he didn’t like me and didn’t really want to go. But I still remember my first September. Of course, this was no longer an event for me, but for my family and friends. The ascent was early. My parents and grandparents were already waiting for me in the kitchen, there was a bouquet of gladioli in the center of the table, and a banner hung on the wall: “First time in first grade!” The weather, as usually happens in autumn, was not good. There were a lot of people in the schoolyard. I was a little excited, but meeting guys I already knew on the line, I exhaled: a lot of us went to the preparatory group together. Finally, our class teacher took us to class. At that moment, the family, with tears of happiness in their eyes, followed his gaze to the very door, and I smiled, the joy of the unknown invaded me. In the classroom, we sit at our desks and then…a whole new life of 11 years. All things considered, it was a good day.