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When I was entering the school I wished that summer could have been longer. I did not miss my old school at all because it was boring and I just want to start over. Im glad im in a new school, although school could have waited a bit longer and give us a month more of summer, yet then the teachers would have to rush everything to teach us. I was kind of nervous, however I bet I wasn't as nervous as others. If I was nervous it would be from trying to fit in and finding friends. You can say the day went smoothly, nevertheless it was kind of boring because of the presentations and not doing anything. Luckily I had no problems on the first day. I found most of my classes by myself because of the room numbers . I got lost trying to find the art

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