My Best Teacher
I remember my days in the primary school. My first day, my first lesson in the school has remained in my memory very well. It was early morning of 1 September in 1995. My parents accompanied me to my new school. I was terrified in that big building, I didn’t know anyone. I had no friends in my new school, because I hadn’t ever been to the kindergarden. I remember very well when I came to my first classroom. It waas very big and full of pictures, books and strangers. My mother gave me a pen and a pencil and I sat into my first desk. My little heart was beating very hard and I didn’t know what to expect. Moreover, one more thing I remember very well is one boy, who came and sat in my desk. Now I cannot remember who he was. Soon my first teacher came in. She was very nice and sweet. Her name is Daalia Normantienė.
I think that my primary school days were most cheerful and most careless days in my whole life. Then I was going to school willingly. Soon all the children in the class became good friends. When we asked ou
The years passed, we were growing, becoming cleverer but the teacher was the same. We were playing and learning together every day. We sttarted to write and read. Although I had already learned to read and write, it was very interesting at school. We were active and wanted to know everything in the world. During the breaks we were playing with our toys: boys with cars and girls with dolls. In the corridor we had to walk in pairs around the school. We always wanted to run in the corridors, but teachers always stopped us and ordered to circle round in pairs.
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