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    1.

    Last year, I stopped by a fast-food restaurant on my way home after a long day,
    hoping for a quick and satisfying meal. It was a well-known chain that I had visited
    several times before, so I expected the usual efficient service.
    However, things went wrong from the start. After placing a straightforward order—a
    burger, fries, and a drink—I noticed that the staff seemed disorganized. Despite the
    restaurant being relatively empty, I waited for what felt like an eternity, watching
    others who ordered after me receive their food. After 20 minutes, I went up to the
    counter to check on my order. The staff member I spoke to looked confused and
    asked to see my receipt. After rummaging through some papers, they realized that
    my order had been completely overlooked.
    Instead of apologizing, the staff member just told me to wait a bit longer while they
    hurriedly prepared my food. When I finally received my meal, I was even more
    disappointed. The fries were cold and stale, and the burger looked like it had been
    carelessly thrown together—the bun was squashed, the lettuce was wilted, and the
    sauce was dripping out of the sides.
    Frustrated and hungry, I asked to speak to the manager. To their credit, the
    manager was apologetic and quickly replaced the fries with fresh ones, offering a
    complimentary dessert as a way to make up for the poor service. While I
    appreciated the gesture, it didn't fully alleviate my irritation.
    I left the restaurant feeling annoyed and dissatisfied. What should have been a
    quick and easy meal turned into a frustrating experience, and the lack of care from
    the staff made it worse. The whole situation left a bad taste in my mouth—literally
    and figuratively—and I haven’t been back to that location since.
    2. Doing something for the first time can be a memorable memory for anyone, and
    for me the first day of class is a memory that I will never forget. It was a beautiful
    autumn morning, I sat behind my mother's bicycle with an anxious feeling when I
    had to go to school for the first day. Some people had teased me by saying that the
    teachers at school were very strict and scary, and I was angry at my mother
    because she was about to leave me with them. At school, my mother took me to the
    classroom to meet my teacher, and suddenly I nestled in her lap like a little chick
    that was afraid of the world. My mother and the teacher laughed at my expressions,
    but she did not forget to reassure me that my teacher was a gentle and lenient lady.
    Although I heard that clearly, I still refused to look at her, and I kept facing my
    mother’s lap until she spoke to me. I still remember her soft voice, and that was the
    thing that erased my negative thoughts. I looked at her curiously, and to this day I
    still think that she is the second most beautiful person after my mother. After taking
    me and my classmates into our class, she spent the rest of the time getting us to
    know each other and the atmosphere at school. I did not remember what I had
    learned that day, what I remember were just the cheerful laughs of my teacher and
    friends. Since we all spent time kindergarten, no one cried as their parents left. It
    was a good day for me, and although I had forgotten many things when I was a little
    kid, I still remember the day I went to first grade.
    3.

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