Fear started taking over. I was walking into my first 1in America. I had traveled a long distance from India in order to2my parents, who had been here for three years ,hoping America would help my future. My father 3I would be better off going to school here, so I enrolled （注册）in the 4high school in my new town.
I had no idea what to do. I didn't 5 anybody in my class. On the first day, with 6, I reached for the door, opening it slowly. Everyone's eyes were on me as I entered the room. 7paying attention to them, I went straight to the teacher and asked if this was the 8class. With a soft voice he answered, "Yes. "His voice made me feel a little 9. He gave me a piece of paper called Course Requirements. Then he asked me to 10where I would sit. In India we had appointed seats. I spent the rest of the class taking 11 from the images by the overhead projector(投影仪). In Indian schools, we didn't 12the technology. We had to take notes as the teacher spoke.
13 it was my first day, I was confused which hallway to use, but I 14to get to my classes without asking anyone, I wasn't quite sure when I would have lunch. When the lunch bell rang, I headed for the cafe. Every15seemed like an obstacle(障碍) I had to 16to reach my goal. At the end of the day, I got on my bus and sat down inside17. I was thinking, today wasn't so bad.
As time passed that year, I developed some18and started to love my school. Here, the teachers had a fun way of making things so19that a three-year-old could do them. The main difference I found in America is the amount I learned each day. 20these educational opportunities I feel I am the luckiest person in the whole world.
