The first day of school has the biggest impact on the way a person will eventually turn out in the future. Many events have happened in my life long ago, some forgotten, and some I still distinctly remember. In the beginning of August 1995, I ventured into the small class room of nothing but new faces, which my parents called school. I remember before class I was the happiest kid on the planet knowing that I would finally get to wear my uniform and bring out my new colorful Power Ranger back bag. On my 20 minute early arrival I remember I was hesitant and overwhelmed with the amount of kids. Although some of the kids were crying and pounding on the floor, I noticed some parents starting to leave. My mother looked at me and reassured that everything would be fine and gave me a peck on the cheek. She slowly walked away looking back a few times to check if I started to mingle with the other kids. Luckily, I remember I seen Jose in the class room which was my neighbor at the time. We instantly connected and before I knew it, it was time to go home. My first day of school was not only a success but it was such a great event in my life that it will always remain fresh in my memory. Having English as my second language, I recall being nervous and skeptical about speaking and writing in English, to top it off I was incredibly shy so that didn't help out my situation. I was five years old when I was finally admitted to school. I remember I had the first day jitters. It was all so new and unknown to me at the time. I feared that I would have no friends. I even feared the teachers for some odd reason. Little did I know the teachers were very affectionate and helped me get over my fear and nervousness. My writing started here in kindergarten. I remember my teacher taught me how to write my name with endless sheets of repetitive work. From upper case letters to lower case letters we didn't stop until we can write our names with no errors. After we