Descriptive Essay About My First Day

One day, I was walking home from the bus stop. It was the last day of school, but the first day of summer break. My mind was bursting of happiness since the first day of summer was starting and school was over until September. But I wasn’t fully happy because one of my good friends was moving. I WAS going to run home to play on my Playstation 4, NBA 2K17, but I decided to say goodbye to him. My last days of school are usually terrible but this year, something was different. I think that I was a little smarter than I was all the other years. Either I got hurt or I just had bad luck. Let me tell you the worst thing that has ever happen to me, which I’m currently laughing back at it as me being the dumbest kid that day. Let me start from

My lungs burned as I dashed vigorously through the streets of Venice. Although I had only been living there for a few months, I knew it was a city I could call home. A cool breeze replaced the warm, humid air of the shores. Clouds engulfed the city in a thick fog. The sounds of ocean liner’s foghorns bellowed in the distance, echoing in the silence of the sleeping city. The waters in the narrow canals shimmered under moonlight. I sensed the movement of something behind me, but I carried on without checking, too petrified to discover what it could be.

I was sitting in the back of the taxi in Ukraine. The car moved and I began to see the one I love fade into the gray night fog. I will never forget the feeling I had during that moment. Like something was being ripped from my heart - a moment of great despair as I leave both my family and my country.

The first two years after birth, through the developing person has to do with three domains biosocial, cognitive and psychosocial. There are many different theories regarding the first two years. The three most influential works on growth and development was done by Piaget, Freud and Erikson. Piaget’s theory was called cognitive development or the sensorimotor stage. This is when the child interacts with his surroundings through physical action such as pushing, sucking, grabbing, etc. Freud’s theory of development is psychosexual. He proposed three stages in psychosexual development: oral, anal, phallic. Erikson’s theory is psychosocial. From birth until about one and a

As I drove downtown to visit Carol and Lee, I looked for a back way back in which would mean that I wouldn’t be seen. I wandered around for a while, eventually finding their house situated a few hundred yards from a McDonald on Bragg Boulevard and saw an alleyway behind the restaurant. I went to McDonald, where I waited a while before exiting into the back alley to see if I was followed. When I was convinced that it was all clear, I leaped over the fence into Carol’s backyard and up to the door.

The streetlights flickered every other minute, as the sun hid behind the clouds, keeping the town a bit gloomy. I continued walking, unsure of where to go, but desperate to get back home. As I walked, I could hear laughing children echo all around me, and then the indistinct sound of the melody of the song echoed along with them. Looking ahead, I saw something, or someone standing off in the

I climbed out, and looked around. Most of the drawers, cupboards and doors were either open or smashed. My parents had vanished, they were nowhere to be seen. I walked to, what used to be, the front door. I looked outside and was horrified to see that half of the houses were in flames or had burnt down completely. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know what to think. I don’t know why, but I started to run. I ran as fast as I could I wasn’t going to stop. I was going to the city limits, I was going to leave ‘The Main’. I jumped the fence, and was engulfed by trees and plants. I walked around, I didn’t know what to do; should I go back? Should I hand myself in? When I was deep in thought a hand covered my mouth and I fell to the

“The First Day” is a story about a five-year-old girl and her first day at school. "Even Sundays when I was in her womb, my mother has pointed across I Street to Seaton as we come and go to Mt. Carmel", her mother had always wanted her to go to Seaton Elementary School because it was right across from her church. However, when they entered the school to register, the teacher informed them that they lived "beyond the area that Seattle serves". When the young girl asked her mother “Mama, I can’t go to school?”, her mother responded, “One monkey don’t stop no show”.

As I looked around there was no one to be found. The park was empty and I was alone for the first time in months. The city grew quiet as people went home and the traffic started to settle down. I slowly got up and started walking towards my apartment of the edge of the park. It was late and most of the city lights were off to save the limited amount of energy that we have. But oddly enough as the minutes ticked by, the sky seemed

I was giddy to get home i was walking down my my street “ Walkers rd.” I scoffed and roll my eyes. I walk down this road everyday and appreciate the scorching irony every time. I opened the deep oak doors with force. My 13 year old body still has trouble. I shoved the door with the elbow my grey backpack wasn't depending on. Finally when my body managed to push the door, something wasn't right. By that i mean my house wasn't mine… the orchard my mother obsesses over wasn't the center of the foyer , the bright white walls with the complementary purple rug wasn't there. It was dark with a rustic light switch. I hit the light switch and the creepy hospital lights that turn on one by one showed blinding light that settled to a musty yellow

"My Schedule is currently full for next week. Can you hold the meeting back until the 8th of April?" I asked sternly. I looked up from all the paperwork I had piled on my desk.

My head was spinning, the kind of spinning you'd get after you've had a little too much to drink. Someone yelled from across the room, the little voice awoke at the back of my mind and said ever so casually “Don't worry, it's probably another nobody.” I shrugged my shoulders and carried on walking, inching my way closer and closer to the door weaving my way through the jungle of people, I was determined to do one thing and one thing only. Get outside.

My name is Alejandra Cervantes, a student from Brazosport College, who is enrolled in your Learning Framework class. Which I assist every Monday and Wednesday at 9:30 in the morning.

The first day of school is nerve-wracking for most people, for me, the first day was especially terrifying. The first day of a college class is probably more crazy than all others. My mom and younger sister, Michaela, were busy taking pictures as I attempted to run out of the door. After being homeschooled for the last six years, I knew it would be a much different experience. I had been in my room alone doing school; I was content with where I was. The morning of the first day of class, I was so busy that I didn’t have time to be nervous. However, as I ran out the door, my heart rate elevated to a pace of 138 bpm. I felt older, nervous, excited, and anxious as I left for Pellissippi. Although it had been six years since I had been in a classroom, I realized that all of my worry was for nothing once I walked into Ms. Brown’s class.

My journey the day I left my home country in search of a better life was not as pleasurable or exciting as I expected. Although it was not a long flight, the accumulation of unexpected vicissitudes during the trip made my dream of traveling an absolute nightmare. Not only my sadness to be leaving my family behind, the uncertainty to fly alone and for the first time, or my inexperience with the procedures at the airport contributed to this calamity, but even my neighbor on the plane added his bit of sand in the affair. All this situation was such traumatic to me that I even considered never daring to fly again.