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I walked outside to a fresh breeze and calming greenery."}],"markDefs":[],"style":"normal"},{"_key":"d4be651338ee","_type":"block","children":[{"_key":"67b84ac832be0","_type":"span","marks":[],"text":"\"Hey Ajay, Hurry or else you're gonna be late,\" my mom said as she stuffed my lunchbox inside my backpack."}],"markDefs":[],"style":"normal"},{"_key":"9945526eda48","_type":"block","children":[{"_key":"acc2268a2a2c0","_type":"span","marks":[],"text":"I caught up with a friend of mine on the road and it hit me. I wasn’t prepared for what would happen considering I didn’t want to, due to past experiences. I was pretty scared and nervous but I had to face it, I had to go to school."}],"markDefs":[],"style":"normal"},{"_key":"f51a5565943b","_type":"block","children":[{"_key":"fe3974adac9b0","_type":"span","marks":[],"text":"On my way I couldn’t stop thinking of what would happen if my first impression wouldn’t be enough for the teachers. Every step I took reminded me of the miles I had to walk to school in Nepal. I remember walking into class and being scolded by the teacher or getting hit with a ruler, just from being late or getting a question wrong. These fears always stayed with me through my childhood."}],"markDefs":[],"style":"normal"},{"_key":"b1210899ed55","_type":"block","children":[{"_key":"3c88e8b776600","_type":"span","marks":[],"text":"Reaching the school door I saw a fair lady with a grin. Her eyes were sky blue and her hair was light grey with little bits of black. I put my hands forth expecting a barrage of attacks with a ruler on my hands, but to a delightful surprise, I got a warm hug. My expressions immediately changed from being scared to happy. I was confused and my face clearly showed."}],"markDefs":[],"style":"normal"},{"_key":"eae1c2a19f81","_type":"block","children":[{"_key":"423b4eec55660","_type":"span","marks":[],"text":"“Come along now,'' she said as she led me through the hall. The view of the posters and artwork astonished me."}],"markDefs":[],"style":"normal"},{"_key":"146456822006","_type":"block","children":[{"_key":"509395b15c190","_type":"span","marks":[],"text":"\"It's amazing isn't it,\" she said, “these paintings and pictures are all the memories of Dame School; you'll be on these walls one day.\""}],"markDefs":[],"style":"normal"},{"_key":"7a689796f35a","_type":"block","children":[{"_key":"246e847289210","_type":"span","marks":[],"text":"I didn’t know most of the things she was saying but I understood when she said I would be there one day. I didn't think I was significant enough to be noticed let alone be put on the wall next to those amazing artwork, but still, I was at a loss for words. The schools back in Nepal weren’t as close to this school. My tutor walked me into class and I was front and center in the classroom. My eyes locked with my teacher and I bowed my head. Usually in Nepal, whenever a teacher walked into a class we would stand at attention and greet the teacher. I bowed my head and with the little English I knew, I said good morning. I expected for the teacher to scold and yell at me for being late, but to my surprise again, I was greeted with a delighted smile and a sweet voice. My teacher had short golden blond hair, bright blue eyes, and was very tall in height. My teacher got all my other classmates and introduced me to them. I felt as though my fear and nervousness went in and out of the window. I found another fellow Nepali who later became very good friends with me. I found myself interacting with the teacher and smiling. After school I met up with my new friends and exchanged numbers when my friend surprisingly scared me."}],"markDefs":[],"style":"normal"},{"_key":"52452dc72558","_type":"block","children":[{"_key":"875eb8693ec90","_type":"span","marks":[],"text":"\"Hey, how was school!?\" he shouted while tapping my shoulder."}],"markDefs":[],"style":"normal"},{"_key":"4da88fe9677e","_type":"block","children":[{"_key":"3b4caf14fdf90","_type":"span","marks":[],"text":"\"It was good,” I said with a giggling irritation. I didn’t realize this at school, but I finally put to heart that I found solace from this school. I was scared to come to school, but five minutes was enough to take out years of fear and displeasure and change me in ways I couldn’t even explain. In the end it wasn’t just the school that changed me, it was my willingness to accept the new things and forget the past and move on to a brighter future."}],"markDefs":[],"style":"normal"}]}}},"staticQueryHashes":["3309388390","890781507"]}