The Form One XpeRienCe (High school)

I went to the School on Friday.I think I was supposed to be there on Tuesday but because of something I couldn't make it so I was there that Friday with my mum.

My mum was supposed to bring along some documents but she forget them so she had to leave but she got me some snacks before she left.

I was just sitting under the shed with my bags and everything waiting.

I waited for a very long time before I was been shown my house and where I was going to sleep. I left my bags at the dormitory and changed to my house dress and left for dining.

I was told to sit at the prefect's table. On the table, most of them were using spoon to eat so I also decided to do same. Immediately I picked up the spoon, the senior said form One girl use your cutlery meaning use fork and knife.

I had no idea how to use it because at home you either use a fork or a spoon to eat so because of that I decided not to eat but just to observe.

I just couldn't wait for dining to be over so that I could go back to the dormitory and pack my things.

After some time dining was over and I left. When I got to the dormitory I was told there's prep. I didn't know what that was so I asked and I was told is reading your books. I stood there thinking what was there to learn, I just got here.

To be continued!!!!!

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PEACE!!!! SHALOM!!!

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