It was about three years ago when my family and me moved to Canada. My older sister went to Brock University to study one day after we arrived to Canada. She seemed happy. Two weeks after, my younger sister went to school. The only person left at home was me. Life was not boring at all. I was enjoying life and trying to get to know more about Canada. My aunt is a teacher. She usually has her mean words and speeches. Once she asked me to read an advertisement on the magazine and she asked me to translate it. Later on, I found out that she was pulling my leg and the advertisement was a French article and since the Alphabets are the same, I was unable to recognize one from the other. Days passed by until I finally got to my turn to get registered at school. The school was huge. I still remember my old school before I came here. It had 150 students only and just so many classes. The principle took me for a tour around the school. It was the first school in Canada I ever step in. It looked nice, smelled nice! But it was different, Some how weird, but some how nice. I was wondering what was exactly going on my mind. Next day was the first day of school. I woke up early in the morning. It was ra

ining outside. My uncle drove me to my bus. Taking a yellow bus sounds like so much fun to me. I got in the bus but there was no seat for me. People were looking weird at me. Finally somebody let me sit beside him. I got to school knowing that a long day is waiting for me. Never mind the classes but lunch time was longer than anything else. For me, it was way too long. I started walking around the school, I said to myself, "I wish I was back in my country, what am I supposed to do now? What is wrong with these people?" Watching girls walking around with really short skirts and short tight shirts on one side and seeing guys with all those big baggy pants half way up was weird but acceptable. The gross thing was seeing all these people making out in the hallways. I was wishing that I could finish school and go home. In the last period I was doing the count down to the end of the period. When I heard the bell, I felt so good. It was just like I was in jail for ten years and they finally let me out. I was so happy and excited so started walking outside. As what my uncle told me, the same bus that took me to school is going to take me back home. So finally I got out the school with a big smile on my face. I was shocked when I looked around. I stopped for a second and said to myself, "I wish the school would have never finished." There were more than 15 buses waiting outside. All yellow, all the same colour. I didn't know what to do. I wondered a bit trying to find my bus driver but I couldn't. I said to myself I have no other choice but to walk!! As I was observing the buses drive by, I could feel my tears running down my cheeks. I had no choice but to walk. As I was walking and hoping that I was going the right way, I saw a Royal Bank. It was a good sign for me, because I remember the day I registered at school, my uncle and I went there to make a new bank account there.

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Brock University, Royal Bank, Oh God, , started walking, school school, police officer, ride home, phone card, hoping able, school home, choice walk, crossed highway, outside uncle,
Approximate Word count = 1267
Approximate Pages = 5 (250 words per page double spaced)