When I first got to school, I thought it was strange. Where did I need to go? What do I need to do? Who are all these people? The rest of the kids probably asked themselves the same question.
Our teacher was very nice with us. We were new to learning, writing, reading, everything. Our teacher taught us everything we ever did, and will do. These were the good moments.
Then, after we got separated and went into 5th grade, the teachers were very harsh. They wanted us to be perfect, but I don't think that school is meant for that. It is to teach you new things, learn from your mistakes and keep improving.
