Descriptive Essay About My School Day

When I was younger, my grandpa woken me up early in the morning.I woken up at about 6:30am too my grandpa shaking my shoulder saying wake up wake up. He had a pole in his hand I knew what he had woke me for.

The first day of 7th grade was here. It was a fine day. I was scared most of the day of teachers and bullies. As I made my way to my homeroom I had felt a relief that someone I knew was going to be there. I came to the door to find Mr. Wechman standing there. He had said good morning and hello, so I felt a little better in

Malcolm was sprinting up the hallway the fastest he ever had before. He was followed by Shay and Rolfe who was freaking out as usual.

Not to mention, I woke up to my sister Briana jumping on my bed screaming, "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! I CAN'T FIND MOM!"

Middle school was the worst three years of my life. From getting bullied to getting suspended each year of middle school, I learned that it’s not that pleasing and not that great. I honestly would say that I strongly dislike it and would never go back and do it over again because it was boring as can be, too much bullying, and getting suspended. I have learned my lessons and thought about what I've done.

He’s so hot!” I hear a few girls giggling, and I get distracted a bit. The guy sitting next to me leans over and puts his hand on my shoulder, I look up at him as he looks me in the eye. He’s a tan guy, who has some real muscle on him, and a scar above his left eye. His brown hair is spiked up showing his earrings, and his deep brown eyes remind me of a gentle dog, but his face says otherwise.

All I can recall is coming home after a distressed day of elementary school. I went to Live Oak and loved it there.my mom had already indicated to me that I would have to go to a different school, Lake Park, but didn’t have to if I really didn’t want to. I didn’t want to go simply because I didn’t want to leave my friends.

I woke up to my mom soft rapping on my door getting up dressed in my baby blue boxers and open the door as I wipe my eyes stretching as I ask her what she needs. She tells

I walked over to my closet and pulled out my favorite outfit. It was a blue t-shirt with gold jeans. I walked over to my mirror and looked at myself. I had long, red hair. It stopped at my waist. I also had freckles everywhere. I was tall and skinny.

“Hurry up Kendra you're going to be late Veronica is outside , I’ve already packed your bags LET'S GO NOW!” “Okay Mom I’m coming I have to get my phone charger”. So as I got my phone charger. I kissed my Mom goodbye as I walked out the door.

child when my mother would rouse my little brother and me from our slumber. She would tell us

It was the end of a normal school day. Our first home game was that day and I was pumped! I went home after school to get my jerseys and my squeaky clean, high top basketball shoes, then headed to the school shortly after. We were versing Ridgedale that day which I was almost 110% sure that we would win because the varsity last year creamed them. So we all get ready to go out and warm up, like usual. The game then started and we played really good I made 7 offencive and 5 defensive rebounds, and 2 points. After half time that game I was told to go dress for the varsity game. I felt really good about myself and I was ready to play more. So we were warming up like usual and then when the game started I was sitting on the bench until after half time. In the third

He had glorious short sun blond hair that flowed easily, beautiful emerald green eyes. He was as tall as Gale.

I remember one incredibly funny day from last year. It was the day I fell through the glass display case at school. Boy, I tell you that sucked so bad. I know for a fact I’ll never live it down. I’m known for being pretty accident prone so it was no surprise to people when they found out I was the one who had left the blood stain in the hallway.

The school grows larger in my view, and eventually we reach the door. My friends follow me into the classroom, and we sit down in our second grade seats. It had always been like this, at most the only thing that changed was the classroom. The day passes by quickly, school always does. On my way back home I spot a distant face, no more than two metres away. I reach out and