Bbi 3421 assignment 1 ( word )
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1. The document describes the author's first day at their new school in Jakarta, Indonesia after moving from Malaysia with their father. 2. On their first day, the author was introduced to their new class by their teacher and sat with a student named Murugeswaran who helped make them feel welcome. 3. Throughout the day, the author answered questions well in class and was able to make several new friends with the help of Murugeswaran introducing them to other students. They enjoyed their first day at the new school despite some differences from their previous education in Malaysia.
Bbi 3421 assignment 1 ( word )
- 1. Sem Kedua 2012/2013-2 BBI3421 EXPOSITORY WRITING TITLE: FIRST DAY AT MY NEW SCHOOL NAMA NO.MATRIK PRIYA DARSHINI NAIR A/P CHANDARA SAGARAN J 44695 LECTURER : DR YONG MEI FUN
- 2. First Day at My New School I love my first day of school. Whenever I ponder over my school days, the reflection takes me to a meek quiet boy. A reserve guy with quiet habits, feeling shy of everything. I find him dressed in very short shorts and white shirt, a pair of bright shining shoes with white socks. Well combed hair and slightly oiled face. Height of tall and size of thin looking guy. Age of mature looking. His personality shows that he is kind, helpful, independent and many more. My father was transferred to Jakarta, Indonesia. The transfer came in the mid-session of the year of May the time where I was studying at Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Convent Klang in Malaysia. I am the only one who moved quite extensively from corner to corner with my father for admission, but everywhere, the answer was in negative. In matter what happen I did not lost my hope for looking and applying for schools. I even told my dad to make an admission for me at an International school but then it was refuse my dad and my mum. As a month past, I was always checking on my emails for the feedback that any of the governmental school might be replying neither me nor sending me any forms of letters but all was failed. Then planning another idea, where I did send the application letter again to all the schools which had rejected me for the first time. Without giving up, comes one school sending me a reply that they had given me a place to study at the government school. It was after laborious efforts, that SMUK 1 Jakarta Public School accepted to accommodate me in the new class as they told that I had excel good results therefore it would be a good example to the other students there.. In the next stage, my father left me on the school gate next month and asked me, to proceed to my class. He perhaps felt that I was grown up enough to protect my own interest. I was moving towards the stairs with a very heavy and hesitant mind. Nobody was known to me because I look very much different compare to the people there and the students there except my class teacher who examined my papers for admission. I did even send with my picture of passport attaching with the letter in order for them to know that I am an Indian Malaysia girl. As I passed by, my teacher was perhaps sitting in the classroom because the morning assembly was already over. He was marking attendance as I stood on the entrance gate of the class. I was told that there were forty students in the class and I was forty-one. Anyway, very reluctantly I peeped into the room. The teacher saw me and ask me to come in and take your seat with Murugeswaran on the first bench. The only student on the desk accommodated me very willingly and provided me seat with a helping and affectionate hand. Soon we were good friends. We were taught a new topic in social study by the teacher. He asked some questions from the students which were not answered well. I took the initiative and answered all the questions to the best of my knowledge. The teacher was satisfied and enlisted my among the best ten students of the class. It was recess time soon after and we all started playing in the central ground.Murugeswaran keep getting closer to me on the very first time as he is also a mix of an Indian. After seeing me in the school, Murugeswaran which used to be call Muru started to communicate to me and he was very much interested to know me and my family. Murugeswaran introduced me to many other students of the class and also to the other students form the other class. The bell rang and we rushed to the class as the different practice of me studying in Malaysia. Similar phases of morning session repeated in the next period of Mathematics and History. The only problem that I faced was the dialect being used and I was given a lot of notes because I had to undergo the History of them not the the Malaysian history. This was the big changes of education in my life as I hatred
- 3. that history subject very much when I was in Malaysia.The concerned teachers appreciated my capability at studies. Soon the periods were over, we were asked to pack up for return. I was also half shock as the students there will not be given any homework’s as the students had done many tasks at school. My class teacher guided me to proceed towards the bus. The conductor shook hand with me and “welcomed me for good seat. It was a beautiful and well-provided but. It reached home in an hour. My mother was waiting for me on the main crossing. She asked me about the school and its teaching staff. I gave all the best appreciation for my teachers and told my mother that I had formed good number of friends that I wanted very much and that I enjoyed the day very nicely. She was happy that my silence and hesitation has ultimately would up for good. She felt happy that I could fit in well in the new set up and atmosphere.