Excitement ... Flowers ... New briefcase ... New friends. This is the beginning of my long journey in high school. There were, of course, worries: how will they accept what they say, but now everything is over. I, holding my parents' hands and happily jumping over puddles, approach the lyceum.
I believe that the First of September is the face of the school. It all started like this: the winners of the Olympiads and excellent students of the previous year were announced, then high school students danced a waltz very beautifully, and then we, the beginners, took the oath of allegiance to the Queen of Sciences. I shouted loudest, "I swear!" and anxiously awaited what would happen next.
Excitement ... Flowers ... New briefcase ... New friends. This is the beginning of my long journey in high school. There were, of course, worries: how will they accept what they say, but now everything is over. I, holding my parents' hands and happily jumping over puddles, approach the lyceum.
I believe that the First of September is the face of the school. It all started like this: the winners of the Olympiads and excellent students of the previous year were announced, then high school students danced a waltz very beautifully, and then we, the beginners, took the oath of allegiance to the Queen of Sciences. I shouted loudest, "I swear!" and anxiously awaited what would happen next.