Alexey
Arina
Dima Zh
Dasha
Ksusha
Misha
Nastya
Nastya K.
Olga
Ruslan
Zhenya A.
I had always dreamt of going to school. It seemed to me very interesting to be able to count, write letters, draw like adults, meet with my own friends and wear school bag. I have a sister that is 1.5 years elder than me and she had already learnt for two years in school by that time while I was only in the kinder garden. I envied her very much and finally I could enter the school on the 1st of September.
I remember it quite clear how I got up early in the morning,
dressed up and was trembling a bit because of enormous willing to come
the first. But I did not succeed in this. When I came part of my future
classmates were already standing there with their parents. 
Our class stood at the solemn speech and listened to the principal attentively. With great curiosity we listened to the future graduators (11th graders). Everything seemed to be new and interesting. With our parents we went to the third floor where our classroom was placed. My first teacher was happy and smiled watching us. Only this made us believe that everything would be all right. It happened so that my first neighbor became my first friend. She was a bit older than me but exited.
When I came home I was
tired but very happy feeling a pupil.