I picked a seat in the second row waited for class to start. My heart was pounding but I wasn’t exactly sure why. Maybe I felt alone. I could feel all the classmates’ eyes on me. Soon, class started. First, we did a little activity so the teacher could learn our names. Of course they all had a hard time pronouncing mine, Enjoli. In the middle of class, the principal came and said he’d like to say a prayer for our class and for anyone that was new. I thought that was neat and I really appreciated it. Very slowly, but surely my nervousness started to melt away. Our teacher then had us play 20 questions on a history object or place. None of them had played it before so I gave a lot of answers.
By my next
class, I was feeling a lot more comfortable. After math class I thought, “No
homework yet. Yay!”
Next was
lunch, so I hiked up to the seventh floor, grabbed my lunch and sat at a table.
Soon, a girl came over, introduced herself, and invited me to sit with her and
her friends and their table. I agreed and was happy that I didn’t have to eat
alone.
At the end
of school (It ends at 4:30…) they had some chips and soda upstairs for everyone
like a welcome back party or something. By then, I wasn’t so nervous and they
weren’t so afraid of me anymore! They approached me, asked me my name,
commented on my long hair, ask if I was from America, and the usual questions.
A bunch of people wanted to be friends with me on facebook.
I decided
that the first day of school had been good, besides a bunch of butterflies in
my first class.
I am making
new friends and slowly get used to everyone and everything in my new school. I
am actually enjoying it. WHAT?! Did Enjoli just say she’s enjoying school?! Yes
I did. Surprising, huh? I’ve never hated
it, but I’ve never necessarily liked
it either. The Taiwanese are all very
friendly and I’m liking it here so far. :)