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​“Greg,” I hear my mom call, “are you ready for your first day of school?” ​“I guess so,” I replied nervously. This was the day where I would go to a foreign land I had never visited. This was my first day of the required institute of education. Furthermore, I was beginning Kindergarten so I would be one of the new kids at school. A wandering soul who had not yet found its place. ​I received some solace when I stepped outside into that early August day. I felt my skin tingle and heat up under the Sun’s rays. I look up and I see the canvas of the world; it is painted in its normal bluish hue except for where some curious wispy white formations had interrupted the interminable blue. ​When I reach the school, I encounter dozens of others like me. There is a common sight of children next to parents like a small house next to a skyscraper. I am relieved that I am not the only person who was nervous about the change in his life. ​My mom and I enter Mrs. Greene’s classroom and I feel my spirit soar as my nervous begins to wash away. There are numerous little multi-colored chairs surrounding a small table with paper and crayons. The wall depicts a show of artwork presumably from some of Mrs. Greene’s former and artistic students. Mrs. Greene comes over and asks me my name as excitedly as if she were greeting a long lost friend. I politely answer and walk away. ​Then, my mom calls me over and introduces me to Jonathon. He is a small, skinny kid, his hair like the night sky. Jonathon seemed amicable so we go play with the toys together. ​Later in the day, it is time for tidying shirts. My mom had thought this adventure of colors on dull shirts was going to begin the second day of class and I was stuck with only the shirt on my back. ​“Here, use this one.” I turn to see Jonathon handing me an extra shirt he had brought. Unfortunately, the size of the shirt was like the Grinch’s heart. But, not wanting to get in trouble on the first day, I took the shirt and began my adventure. ​The adventure began with a flurry. Colors attacked the plain whiteness of the shirt. Soon, an amalgam of red, yellow, and purple dominated the diminutive shirt. I look around at the other shirts and they are all like mine: they are all like a Jackson Pollack piece. I turn and complement Jonathon’s shirt and he responds in kind. We exchange a smile and continue on with our first day. ​I don’t notice as time races by and before I know it my mom arrives to pick me up and asks how my day was. I think and see a flurry of images: arriving nervously and seeing other nervous kids, meeting Jonathon, who my mom mysteriously knows, the splattering of colors on the shirts. I respond happily, “My day was great, Mom.”

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