At the first day of school I was nervous. About not having a new bag and a new shoes. At Thursday the school starts. When we go to the grocery market there are many poster named’ school starts’. So preparing things for school is hard enough.

                 Thursday had finally come so I am ready to see who’s sitting next to me. But, it was a Pakistan boy named sameer. How bad luck it was. I see irfan was in my class so I felt happy about it last year at grade 4, I was stuck with all Arabic boys.

                   The next day I see many people was absent. I have no idea about it, but now today we have P.E(physical education). Then my boring period was math. But then it’s time to go home. I don’t have any snacks now, but the important thing that I have fun at school.   The teacher for French was ms. Rafika. But in French we call it”Madame rafika” but I don’t know how to say it. I say “ kesherikonkinhgf. Can you read it? Of course no. I cannot speak French. The only language that I can speak is English an my country(INDONESIA).