I still remember my first day of school like it was yesterday. I was five years old, and I woke up that morning feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. I had been looking forward to starting school for so long, but now that the day had finally arrived, I couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive about what to expect. As my mom helped me get dressed in my new school uniform, I fidgeted nervously with the buttons on my shirt. She assured me that everything would be fine and that I would have a great time at school. I tried to believe her, but the butterflies in my stomach just wouldn't go away. We arrived at the school, and I was immediately struck by the size of the building. It seemed so big and imposing compared to my small kindergarten classroom that I had become so accustomed to. I clung tightly to my mom's hand as we made our way to the front office to check in. The school secretary greeted us warmly and handed me a name tag with my classroom number on it. My he...