Descriptive Essay About School

Music Plays behind us. The bass upon the speaker fill the room. Kai and I wait, silence between us but music fills the air around. The room, a little messy, dribbled paint on the floor, and the smell of Acrylic and pencil shavings linger. The bell for lunch breaks both the music barrier and silence. Kai and I are awakened from out daydream.

It was a bright sunny day and Anna was wearing her new shoes as she waited for the bus outside her house. Anna was a tall, skinny, shy girl that loved her new shoes, and could not wait to show everyone. The bus picked her up and took her to school. She walked into the school very confident.

That year my class grew to a class size of fifteen which would be the biggest it would get until high school. That year my teacher was Mrs. McVey and I was always scared of her and would be for the rest of my elementary years. In second grade they taught us how to write in cursive and told us that we would be expected to use it for the rest of lives- most of us never used it again. Also that year, every Catholic in my class received their First Communion; henceforth, a good part of the year was devoted to preparing us for that. In second grade they taught us how to write paragraphs for the first time and we learned all about classifying sentences and how to find the noun, verb, adjectives, etc. Second grade was a big step in both my journey as a student and my religious

The defining moment which changed the way that I looked at school was in third grade; A week after taking, what I know was a placement test, I was brought up to a meeting with my mom, principal, and teacher. They informed that I tested very well and that my level or reading, math, and science were above the third-grade level. As a result, I would be moved up a grade to meet my advanced abilities. Everything after that sunny day was life changing; school became more fun. The subjects were much more challenging thus awakening my inner grit.

Everyone has a favorite school year and mine happens to be sixth grade. I had some of the best teachers, classes, and friends. I remember being extremely nervous to start sixth grade, I wanted to stay at Boone Elementary with recess and no changing classes. I was as nervous as a mouse. I thought there were going to be millions of new students from different schools.Turns out I loved sixth grade more than any grades before. The first day of school my parents took me to school and I didn’t want to get out of the silver car. Not knowing that I would have the best time at Troy Middle School.

Superior Elementary school was the best school. I was so anxious to start the fourth grade. Me and my siblings would lay out our new school outfits and have everything ready for school the next day. We would also have our book bags full of supplies put together all neat in the bags put to the side. The day before schools start me and my two sisters would go get our hair done at the salon. My brothers would get a haircut.

I was always looking forward to the first day of school, too see all my friends again, for the new teacher, new classmates, and to learn new things. I went to Chocachatti Elementary School. My father would always walk me to the front gate at the school for the first week. It happened up until 5th grade. That’s when it was time for me to walk in by myself, because next year I would be in middle school and that just couldn’t happen anymore. It was a weird feeling to not have dad by my side, there to comfort me in case I got scared, but I guess we have to grow up sometimes and just let go. Wow this has taken a depressing turn. Anyway, let’s go on to my experiences.

My 4-6 grade years were very different from a regular kids 4-6 grade. Most kids were all in the same school with all their friends and same teachers but me I was moving from school to school. It wasn’t really bad because I knew people at each school I went to but things would have been better if I stayed in one school with all my friends and didn’t always have to make new friends and meet new teachers etc.

My first day of school was in 6th Grade, it was horrible, I didn't understand what the teacher was saying. The only thing that I knew what to say was "can I go to the bathroom" and the numbers from one to ten. After the first week I was crying and I wanted it to go back to Mexico. In Junior High I met a couple of friends that respected you no matter your background or culture. I started too socialist in English because I wanted to learn the language, some people made fun of me because I had an accent when I spoke it. But I knew that I was taking myself to the next level. My freshman year in Santa Maria High School was really good because I met new people and had some of my old friends from Junior High. I had PE for 3rd block and every day we had to run a certain amount of labs, I wasn't one of the people that finish

It is mine. The golden sun that shines and kisses the tops of my shoulders. The wisps of white clouds traveling within a baby blue sky. The gentle breeze that coils itself around my arms providing relief from the warming sun. The sapphire sea and its serene waves rolling gently out to shore onto the finely grained sand. It is all mine.

Second grade comes and goes. I experienced moving for the first time. I moved into a big house, we all had our own room. We were living the life.

From first grade to fifth grade, I was happy and energetic. I made best friends that I never thought I would lose and I liked them all. I grew close to my teachers and I got to go on field trips. I never cared about what others thought about me or said about me. The lesson that I took from grade school is that teachers aren’t as bad as people think and that I should’ve cherished every minute of being young.

I remember the first day of kindergarten, I was terrified. There was no reason to be, but I was. My grandma knew almost all the teachers in the school, due to being a former teacher. I’d had an open house before, but I didn’t know anyone. That is why I was scared. That was my biggest fear as a child. Being alone. Before that though my grandma had always read books with me, which pushed me to excel above the other student throughout my school career. My kindergarten teacher was the best teacher you could have for your first year of school. We would have different themed songs for the holidays. My favorite song was for halloween because every song came with matching dance moves. In our classroom we had a bathroom and it was reading

My life experience in middle school was an astonishing year. I went to a school called Step Charter in Houston Texas, which was full with outstanding teachers and students. I was a very well behaved student, who had mostly A’s and B’s. Most people can say time can go by so fast, well it did for me. It was the last day of school for us eighth graders, who were moving on to high school. We had just finished our graduation ceremony and I was saying goodbye to all of my marvelous friends, who I would miss forever.

My elementary school years were pretty great. I remember back in the day we had four blocks, Math, History, English, and Science. The first day I walked in unsure of my surroundings, slowly creeping my way into the large, empty classroom. The scent of new expo markers filled the air, along with the reek of cleaning products. I was the first one there.