One of the most memorable days from when I was in elementary school was the first day of fourth grade. My teacher's name was Ms. Alfieri. I remember that I was really nervous because none of my friends from my third grade class had the same teacher as me. When I got to school, I was really worried because I couldn't find the classroom; the only area of the school I knew was the third grade wing. After walking around for about five minutes, I finally gathered up the courage to ask a nice-looking teacher where my classroom was. She pointed down a long hallway that seemed empty, and walked away without offering any further help. As I walked down the hallway, it seemed to grow ten feet longer with each step I took. First, I passed a janitor's closet, then the back doors to the gym, and it looked like the only place left to go was outside through to doors on the right at the end of the hallway. Just as I was about to turn around, a really skinny girl with tan skin and curly black hair suddenly appeared. It looked like she came out of the wall opposite of the doors leading outside, but I realized that there was a door there that I hadn't seen.
"Hi," she said, and I waved shyly at her. "Are you in Ms. Alfieri's class?" she asked me, and she waved me towards the classroom once I nodded, all of my worries fading away.
Fourth grade ended up being one of my favorite years of elementary school, Ms. Alfieri ended up becoming one of my favorite teachers ever, and the skinny girl, Amanda, is still one of my best friends.
My first day of kindergarten:
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