Afraid to have a start, I was walking slowly into my first school in America. I had 1 a long way from India in order to join parents. They had been here for three years, and hoped America would help my future. My father decided that I would go to school here, so I found a local high school in my new town.
With 2 on one hand and fear on the other, I arrived at the classroom. Everyone's eyes were on me as I entered the classroom. Without paying attention to them, I went straight to the 3 and asked if it was the right class. With a 4 voice, he answered, "Yes. " His voice comforted me a little. He gave me a piece of 5 called "course requirements", which I would never get in India. Then he asked me to choose where I would sit. I chose the 6 closest to the door instead of the corner where all of the boys were sitting. I didn't 7 want to pick a seat. In India, the teacher 8 seats, so I never needed to worry about that. I spent the rest of the class taking notes from the picture produced by the overhead projector (投影仪).
9 it was my first day, I was confused about which hallway (走廊) to use, but I 10 to get to my classes without asking anyone. I was very confused about when I would have 11. It was noon when I went to my next class and the bell rang as I entered. I went through the normal process of asking the teacher if I was in the right class. Feeling 12, she said, "That is the lunch bell." I felt a little awkward. Without another word, I headed for the cafeteria (食堂).
At the end of the day, I was on my way to the bus stop. I realized that all the 13 was like the difficulty I had to 14 to reach my goal. I 15 my bus and sat down inside happily. I said to myself: Today isn't so bad.
