My First Year in Bluebells

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My mother wanted that I should be in Bluebells. My brothers were admitted in Bluebells so I had to give the test and cleared the exam. On my first day, I went to the reception with my mother. Then ma'am told me my class and sent me with a volunteer. I was very excited. When I went to class I met my class teacher. She was Ms. Pradnaya ma'am. It was her first year in Bluebells as well. I introduced myself. Later, the entire class introduced . I made several friends. They helped me to make up what I had missed as I joined school after 20 days. They helped me to adjust. Everyone was very kind to me. They supported me. I participated in several class assembly. I made visit to Japanese School it was a wonderful experience. We used to have several outdoor activities. Many a times my friends moms use to come when ma'am was absent or she had some work. I use to like that. My favorite period was maths and eagerly waited for it. During end of the year we had our annual day. I was one of the narrators.That was a very proud moment as I represented my class in front of so many parents. This was my first year in Bluebells.

Thank you all. You all have been very good with me.. 

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