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My first day at Oxford High School was wonderful. The memory was vivid in my imagination. Growing up, I thought I would never make it to the “big hill” where the high school was located. I had gone through the Oxford School System in the fourth, fifth, and ....

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.... made me even more nervous. Inside the gigantic school, I felt like a midget compared to the older kids, who seemed like giants. Finding the rooms where my classes were being taught was like solving a maze. The building had three stories and each level had over twelve classrooms. I had a different teacher for each class, unlike Oxford Middle School where I had only a couple of teachers. The teachers did not seem as gentle and caring as the teachers did in middle school. I only had five short minutes to change classes. When the rapid, booming bell rang for one class to end, it was like rush hour traffic in the city as we moved to the next class ....