When I cross so called Iron Gate, school living certificate, it was interesting to join the collage. I have seen my seniors who were studding at collage and they were looked more independent than school life. They were use to wear out dress and catching books by bare hand. Some boys had long hair.
I was admitted to this collage in class proficiency certificate level. More than fifty students were new and teachers were new for me. In the first period, an English teacher was come. He asked my name and house. He asked grammar also. I told correctly first answer and second answer was wrong. All the students were laughed. I became nervous. The teacher advised me to red hard.
This circumstance made me more nervous. I felt uneasy at movement. Any students were gathering around me. My face was red and hot. Because I was from village and there was no quality education. We were read only for pass, not for knowledge. We do not care our study at school level.
Whole day I thought only wrong answer I gave to English teacher. I return to my room and I could not take dinner and sleep also. When I was laying on my bed I did committed for hard work for read.
That was my first day collage. It was bitter at that time but now I thing the day is being valuable for me. I try to do what I thought first day at last.
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