Journal Entry 6: New Place

I chose the place – school.  As everyone knows, this school is a really new one. This has only been the fifth year of the school. I was here from the start of this school when I was in sixth grade. So I knew exactly how it felt like standing in the middle of the construction and all the new things they built. I remember the first time I came into the school with my mom. I felt that the school was new, small, and lonely. It has white walls and brown doors. All I saw was the boring classrooms that look exactly the same to me. I could smell the paint on the wall and saw dust on the new arrived desks. It was boring and meaning less to me at that time. But after being a student at PAS for five years, I can now look at our school in a completely different way. Now wherever I go, I see paintings on the wall, friends walking down the hallway. I can hear the laughers and voices of my friends. Wherever I go, I always remember the memories that happened at that special corner. This school no longer seems lonely anymore, it seems warm and welcoming, as if it is saying welcome back to school to me. It feels like home to me and to all of the students in our school.