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In life, knowledge is very important in our life. But among us, not everyone can go to school, but there are many poor people who cannot afford to go to school. And I am one of the lucky number of people who can go to school, be fostered with knowledge and interesting moral lessons. Therefore, the memories of the first day of school for me are wonderful, impressive and unforgettable moments in my heart.

Now, even though I'm an eighth grader, every time I hear the drum beat "tung... sep... sep... it's very clear that the year is two thousand zero hundred and seven. The day before the first day of school took place, I was nervous and kept thinking about many things related to school such as “how will I go to this school?”, “Are my friends good friends? no?”, “Is the teacher evil?”. And these days, my parents are very busy. Not because of work, but because of my first day of school. Dad went to buy paper covers, stickers, and notebooks. Mom went to buy textbooks. When packing, I kept whispering in my heart not to dirty any of the notebooks, but that thought was not done well. I tore the cover of the envelope. I immediately burst into tears, but thanks to my mother's comfort and comfort, I stopped crying. Dad showed me how to pack the notebooks properly and carefully, how to label them beautifully and stick them together. The second sister wrote my name on the labels. Oh! The words like dragon flying phoenix dance so beautifully.

And I remember, I accidentally spilled ink on a notebook. I cried more than when I tore the cover. After that, my sister comforted me for a few minutes before I stopped crying. Notebooks, textbooks, pens, briefcases are all ready. At night, I could not sleep, it took a while before I fell asleep. In the morning, after getting up to do personal hygiene, my father drove me to school and gave me a pretty ball with a smiley face. I see students coming to school with bright, happy faces. I feel more confident when I have a beautiful uniform on. I found my school to be both spacious and beautiful. The tall trees are crimson in color. There were four swings at the four corners of the schoolyard.


 
My heart jumped when I heard the sound of the school's opening drum resounding "tong... spare... spare". The whole school began to line up neatly on the field. And I don't know where I bumped, but the balloon I brought was broken. I tried not to cry. Luckily, a friend next to me shared some flowers for the parade. After the parade ended, the homeroom teacher welcomed the students to class and the flower friend from earlier sat next to me. The strange scent of the new notebook suddenly burst into the classroom. Break time seemed to be only about fifteen minutes. I sat in class, not knowing who to play with. and what game to play, but a group of friends invited me to play. How emotional I feel! When I left, I waved goodbye to my new friends and got in the car. Your shadows fade away and I feel a strange fluttering feeling in my heart.

My first day of school was like that. Those wonderful memories always stay in my mind and they also urge me to study better. Therefore, I was determined to study well so as not to disappoint my parents.