Chapter 3 (Level 2): Jessica’s Adventures in Marrakech

As Monday morning arrived, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness inside me. It was my first day at a school in Morocco, and I wanted everything to go well. I carefully gathered my school books and made sure I had all the things I needed. My mom drove us to the school, and as we got close to the entrance, I saw the teachers standing there, greeting each student warmly with smiles on their faces. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation, and it made me feel welcome right away.

We followed a sign that led us to the office area, where we met a friendly lady who was expecting us. She greeted my mom kindly and assured her that she would show us where our classrooms were. It was comforting to know that someone was there to help us in this new place. We started by going to my little brother Jacob’s class, and as we walked through the hallways, I couldn’t help but be amazed by the school’s architecture.

The school’s design amazed me as I walked through its hallways. The buildings were beautifully decorated with patterns and colors that showed the rich cultural heritage of the city. Everywhere I looked, there was a touch of the reddish color that gave Marrakech the nickname “the Red City.” It was very different from the simple and similar structures I was used to seeing back in the UK. The unique beauty of the school’s design made me curious and excited about the new experiences that awaited me. As I explored the hallways, I couldn’t help but look forward to the friendships, knowledge, and adventures that would happen in this special place.

We arrived at a classroom, and the lady opened the door. The students turned to see who came in, and the teacher stopped his lesson to greet us. The lady pointed for me to find a seat, gave me a tap on the shoulder, and left. I saw an empty table next to a friendly-looking boy. I sat down, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. It was a math class, and the teacher, Mr. Mourad, welcomed me with a warm smile. He asked me to introduce myself to the class, and I gathered the courage to share a few details about myself.

The lesson began, but as the minutes passed, I found it hard to understand. Even though the class was in English, which I knew, the concepts and calculations seemed unfamiliar and advanced. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, I turned to the boy next to me, Ayoub, hoping he could help. I told him that I was having difficulty understanding the lesson. Ayoub, being kind and supportive, suggested that I talk to the teacher for help. With his encouragement, I raised my hand to get Mr. Mourad’s attention.

The teacher came to my desk, and I explained my problem. He asked me some questions about the math topics I had studied in the UK, trying to see how much I understood. After we talked, he realized that the math taught in the Moroccan school was a bit more advanced compared to what I had learned before. It was a bit disappointing to see the difference in my knowledge, especially when Mr. Mourad told me that I needed to find a solution quickly because the Midterm: An examination or test given in the middle of a school term or semester. exam was in two weeks.

During the break, my classmates kindly invited me to join them, and I happily accepted their invitation. They introduced themselves with warm smiles, and I quickly learned that our little group consisted of Noah, a friendly boy from the US, Ayoub, my math class buddy, Svetlana, a kind-hearted girl from Russia, and Arij, a thoughtful classmate. It was amazing to see the cultural diversity in our international school, and I was fascinated by the fact that we had all become friends despite our different backgrounds.

As we sat together and chatted during the break, exchanging stories and experiences, I marveled at the diverse cultures and traditions represented within our group. We laughed, shared ideas, and appreciated each other’s unique perspectives. It was a beautiful reminder that friendship knows no boundaries and that we could learn so much from one another’s backgrounds.

As our conversation continued, Svetlana had a great idea. She suggested that we should all go on the school excursion to Rabat, the capital city of Morocco. The thought of exploring a new city with my newfound friends filled me with excitement. I wholeheartedly agreed with Svetlana’s suggestion. It was a wonderful opportunity to strengthen our bond, discover new places together, and create lasting memories. I felt grateful to be part of such a welcoming and diverse community at our school, where friendship and cultural exchange were celebrated.

When I returned home, my heart was overflowing with excitement to share my first day at school with my parents. They eagerly greeted me, and their genuine happiness was evident in their eyes. I couldn’t wait to tell them all about the new friends I had made and the upcoming school excursion to Rabat.

I began recounting the details of my day, describing the friendly atmosphere in the classroom and the warm welcome from my classmates. My parents listened attentively, their smiles growing wider with each passing moment. They were genuinely happy for me and thrilled to hear about my positive experiences at the international school.

When I mentioned the math challenge I faced during class, my parents reassured me that it was normal to encounter difficulties in a new academic environment. They encouraged me not to worry and reminded me of my ability to adapt. Their words of support boosted my confidence, reminding me that I could overcome any obstacles that came my way.

As I finished sharing my story, I excitedly shared the news about the school excursion to Rabat. Their eyes sparkled with excitement, mirroring my own. They wholeheartedly supported my decision to participate in the excursion, understanding the immense value of such experiences in broadening my horizons and creating lasting memories. Their support filled me with gratitude and reinforced my belief that I was truly fortunate to have such wonderful parents by my side.

With their encouragement and enthusiasm, I felt ready to embrace the challenges and opportunities that awaited me at school. Their love and support were the pillars that would guide me through this new chapter of my life, and I was eager to continue making the most of my education and the amazing friendships I had formed along the way.