What I Wear In High School Essay

I feel sick when I wake up because my nerves are getting the best of me. I get up and pick out my cutest outfit. I'm scared that the people at this school won't like it because who knows what they'll say. As I'm getting ready I daydream about what could happen today at school. My father has already left for work by the time I was ready to go. My mother kissed my cheek as she handed me my lunch telling me little motivational things in my ear. I walk down to my corner to wait for my bus to come. There's a

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

It was a typical Wednesday morning. I was getting ready for school and I was going to be wearing my very authentic shoes that I bought from Nordstrom. Today was going to be an amazing day because my family said we could go hiking after school. So I got ready and head downstairs to eat my breakfast. Today I had pancakes with some strawberries on the side. I ate my breakfast with delicacy because I just got my braces but I was so hungry, I basically devoured all my food. Then the time 7:45 am beeped on my watch which meant it was time for me to head to school. I picked up my backpack and catched the bus.

Opening my eyes, I look over to my paper thin tv for the time, noticing that I still have 30 mins till I have to get up I doze off into a soft sleep. Awaking from the blaring noise of my alarm I get up to brush my teeth. As I walk over to the wash bowl, where we wash our hands and brush our teeth, I reach over to grab my toothbrush off it's charger. As I was brushing my teeth, I noticed that it was almost time for me to leave for school. I searched around my closet for a shirt and some jeggings, my usual wardrobe for school, I head towards my broke in tennis shoes. Heading downstairs, I grab my computer holder and my headphones and head for school.

I bursted out of bed on the shining morning because I didn’t hear my alarm go off for school. So I got all my clothes on and brushed my teeth. I had to hurry because if I have another tardy and am going to receive a detention for a whole week. I got on my very shiny blue bike and hurried to school on this shiny, colorful day. I finally got to school with one minute left. I hurried to my first class and i got in my seat right when the bell rang. Everybody was asking me why I was so sweaty. I told all of them the story ,but I had to stop talking because the teacher came in. After class my teacher asked why I am always late to class.

As i'm riding to school on my bike I realize i've forgotten my backpack I start riding home and when I get there I pack my backpack and lunch. Then I ride to school. When I get there I lock my bike in the bike racks. I stare at my schedule I had mr lo first period. The bell rang and all the students piled into the classrooms. I got to mr lo’s class it had science equipment everywhere. We started off playing a get to know you game which was quite boring until mr lo did a diet coke and mentos experiment. Before we knew it first and second period were over the day was going fast.

I set down my computer not knowing what to write about. It was almost time for school and I was exhausted. I looked at the alarm clock it was 6:30 a.m. Just then my mom walked into my bedroom and said, “Time to get up Spencer. It’s the last day of school for you, before we move to Malibu. How long have you been awake?” I thought for a moment. “About an hour, but I can explain. I needed to think of ideas for the book I’m writing.” I said. She looked at me with rage, “Spencer! A growing girl needs a lot of sleep!” I stood up from my desk, and went to my dresser. “I’m going to get dressed,” I said as my mom walked out of the room. I opened my top dresser drawer, and pulled out a white tank top with black polka dots in it. As I put my new shirt

"Uh, grilled cheese with no ham, Looking at my life like goddamn, I came from nothing no lie." Kelly's voice flowed through my room and I rose out of bed. I let out a high pitched scream of excitement. I turn 18 today! I picked up my phone and texted my best friend, 'Clay! It's the day, I'm finally an adult and my mom can't boss me around anymore!' I threw my phone on my bed and walked to my closet. I pulled a royal blue halter dress off a hanger and slipped it over my short slim figure, and it reached to my mid thigh. I smoothed out my dress and pushed my feet into some black zip up boots. While pulling my long wavy hair down from my messy bun, I slipped some black circle sunglasses onto my head.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP" My alarm goes off and I jump out of bed to turn off the terrible noise. I looked at the time. 6:45 am. I should have woken up 45 minutes ago! I run down stairs and pour some cereal and eat it without milk. I run back upstairs into the bathroom and wash my face, brushing quickly through my hair, and back into my room and change into new clothes I had laid out the night before, pale jeans with a few rips and a frayed seam at the ankle, and a white T-shirt. I grab my favorite cat pillow I slept on, and shove it into my bag with everything else. I grab my purse and unplug my phone and put it in my purse. I go downstairs and grab a granola bar and put it in my purse too. I run upstairs again and bang on my mom's door. "Mom! Wake

I turn my alarm off for the sixth time before I finally glance at the clock. It's 5:45 A.M. I overslept. I rush to shower, get dressed, and brush my teeth. Then expertly apply concealer in an effort to hide the bags under my eyes. There's not enough time left for me to eat breakfast or blow dry my hair so I grab a to-go shake -the same as yesterday- and throw my hair into a bun. It's 6:30 and I'm standing at the foot of my driveway using my phone as a flashlight since the moon can't light my path because it's hidden behind the clouds. Eventually the bus pulls up and I sit through the same tired silence as the week before.

As I ran down my shiny wooden staircase, I hurried to get my light blue backpack ready for school. I have a math presentation in third period that is a large portion of my grade, and I am not prepared. I decided to wear light blue, high waisted jeans that were one of my favorites, and a flowy, quarter sleeve, mint green shirt, to show that I could be considerably composed. I quickly looked through the window, and saw my best friends, Chloe and Monisha, waiting to pick me up to go the school. I darted toward my pantry to grab a granola bar, but dropped it in the process. I bent down, heard a small rip, picked up my makeshift breakfast, and thought nothing of it. I scrambled to get my things together and get into the gray suburban to go to

I grabbed my bag and put everything I needed into it: my charger, my notebook, two black pens, my camera and it's charger, Romeo and Juliet (my favorite book), toothbrush, hairbrush, deodorant, cigarettes and a lighter, and my wallet. I quickly hopped in and out of the shower, knowing that at any moment my family could awaken. I slipped on my favorite pair of leggings and stuffed an extra in my bag. I put on my all black tattered converse the exposed my pink socks through the holes. Next, I threw on my favorite worn out Dirty Heads tee.

It started off as your average Tuesday morning, mom was making breakfast and I was getting ready for school. I got in the shower and when I got out I put my clothes on and rushed downstairs to grab my waffles and catch my bus. I've always been late to the bus, Mrs. Higgin never liked me I was always the kid who throws wadded up pieces of paper at her. One time she stopped the bus on the side of the road just to yell at me, everyone thought it was so funny. she was screaming at me so loud some guy pulled over and asked what had happened. Anyways school was very interesting today, the kid who sits across from me in science was talking about how he got this letter to be in a special program. He was one of the smartest bullies I've ever known. His name well he said he

It was a sunny morning in California,it was also my 15th birthday.I got out of bed and did my morning routine. I opened my closet to chose what I should where today, I found a dress that was white until your stomach and then was purple with a flow free bottom.I matched some white flats with my dress and headed downstairs.I greeted my mom “Good morning mom.” I noticed that dad was nowhere near by. “Mom where's dad ?” “ Honey something urgent came up so your dad had to step out.How about we get some breakfast from dunkin.” I nodded my head so we stepped out the house.When we arrived I ordered a glazed donut,mom got herself a chocolate sprinkle donut and got dad a pumpkin spice donut.We finished up eating and headed home.

The excitement, the adrenaline is almost too much for a four-year-old to handle the very first day of school. The day in which they will step into a classroom for the very first time. The first day is where everyone can meet their friends and socialize. Unfortunately, for me, I was not a social bird. I knew the first day of class was going to be dreadful; therefore, I did what any patriot would have done during the 1760s, I protested. Angrily I hid under my bed at 6 am in the morning, I was not going to school. After I was found by my mom, I was stripped down from my clothes and put into the depressing clothes of what is known as a school uniform: solid white collar shirt with a dark navy skirt and hideous strap on, black toddler shoes. I was miserable, I wanted to cry, but I was not the emotional type of kid. No, instead I was the I-will-protest-until-I-get-want-I-want-and-if-not-I-will-scream type of kid. My mom, knowing I would scream, was careless of my behavior, she didn't care that I was screaming, yelling, threatening to call the police for the injustice being made, I did not deserve to go to school, but she did not care. I was going to school on the first day because it was my mom’s orders.