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Ruta

I can’t believe that it is already my second year here in St. George’s. The time here runs so quickly that I never even have the time to remember how it was when I first came to St. George’s.

In fact it was a very sunny and warm day. I was terribly nervous. What if I won’t find friends? What if people won’t like me? What if I won’t understand what people say? I knew my English wasn’t very good. I knew I had never studied before in a British school. I didn’t know how long I was staying here for. Is it really different from my school back in Lithuania? All these questions were in my head, all the way from my house to school and I was scared to know the answers. My mum tried to help. She told me that everything would be all right. There was also my brother who was two and a half years old and it was his first day at school as well! He though didn’t understand even a word in English. My parents were perhaps even more worried about my brother because they believed that I am strong enough to handle it well.

Now I was already in the school. I was there with my parents in the corridor waiting for a teacher to come and pick me up. It was Ms. Durnford who I saw first. She was very kind and helpful to me. I said ‘bye’ to my parents and she brought me to Year 9 Galileo. On the way there, she explained so much about the school but I was too terrified to listen to what she said.

I went into the class. Ms. Durnford called two girls to come and she asked them whether they could take care of me, at least for my first day. They were very friendly and so they kindly agreed. They said their names. One of the girls was Italian, as she told me later, and she was called Claudia. Another girl was Dutch and called Sabine. pupils in the class came up to me and asked me questions, like where I came from and how long I was staying here for.They seemed very warm and friendly.

Ten minutes of registration passed very quickly and I heard my first bell. Even now I can remember that my first lesson was Italian. And I knew just one word which was “Ciao!” Claudia brought me to the class. On the way there, she hugged her friends and introduced me to them and I hoped that I would become better friends with her. As I can say now, I perhaps can consider her as one of my very good friends.

The lesson I was going to, my first Italian lesson, was very nice. Everyone was willing to get to know me. I enjoyed my first lesson. As the double finished, I walked out of the classroom and I saw Claudia outside waiting there for me. Nothing else mattered as long as I felt already welcomed here. There was not even one answer to my question which was negative. Even though I didn’t fell free in my English, no-one made fun of my mistakes. On the contrary, they tried their best to help!

Now already almost two years have passed since that day. It is now my last term, summer term, of my Year 10. I have plenty of friends. I have no problems with my English. I think that students as well as teachers have helped me a lot. They made me feel at home. Now there are other new people coming to school and I try my best to help them, as Claudia helped me once. I guess if I asked her whether she remembers how she helped she would asnwer “no!” but I do. And I am very thankful to her for that help.

My brother is in St. George’s as well. Each day he willingly goes to school. He really enjoys it. Each Sunday evening he feels happy because he knows that next day he will go to school. He knows that he will meet his friends there. He knows that he will learn new things he didn’t know before. He knows as well as I do that we will have great fun out there in St. George’s!