In the first grade I was seven. I still somewhat remember my first day. It was hot as anything pluss the sun shined on me in the class room. It was terrible. I was around a lot of people that I did not know. I hated the whole experience. It was a nightmare to me. Sometimes I still dream about being in school. One day I was going to school. I was looking down because the summer sun was hot and I triped and skined my knee. By the time I walked to school my white sock was red and the blood was coming out of my shoe with each step. I hated school. It was a bad experience. I am over fourty and I still dream about being in school.
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In the first grade I was seven. I still somewhat remember my first day. It was hot as anything pluss the sun shined on me in the class room. It was terrible. I was around a lot of people that I did not know. I hated the whole experience. It was a nightmare to me. Sometimes I still dream about being in school. One day I was going to school. I was looking down ...[text shortened]... hated school. It was a bad experience. I am over fourty and I still dream about being in school.