Descriptive Essay - My Pencil Was Gently Grazing My Notebook

As I walked in the school doors, I noticed that there were groups of people from different grades. There were other Freshmen, Seniors, Sophomores, and Juniors. I was terrified because some of them had turned around to look at me. I slowly walked past them and I was in the search to find my friends. It hadn’t taken me that long to find them and I was glad to see them because it had been all summer that I hadn’t seen them. Around ten minutes later, it was time to go to class. I had been trying to find my class, but I couldn't find it. I had eventually found it, but I was late. For the rest of the day, I had a hard time trying to find the rest of my classes and I was even late to some of them because it took me a while to be able to find the classrooms. Some teachers understood why I was late because they knew that it was a new campus and that I wasn’t used to it yet. Soon, days had gone by. As days went by, I got used to getting to my classes on time. One challenge that I had the most difficult with was the fact that each and every student got to get a Chromebook of their own. I was very surprised because I didn't think that that school could afford laptops for each student in the whole

Starting middle school was a mixture of anxiety and excitement. There was a brand new campus to explore, but we were also nervously anticipating the academic program that was about to begin. Most of my grade had been together since the age of four and by this time there were clear social divides. There were the girls who were seen as popular, and then there was everybody else. You could say that I was part of the popular crowd, though at the time I didn’t notice myself standing apart from the others. As a group of friends we got on well, we’d hang out, go to the cinema, have sleepovers, all the usual things friends do. Then things gradually started to change.

Walking into Booth Middle School on the first day of seventh grade, all I wanted was a friend. I cared little about whether they would make an impact on my life; as a newcomer to Peachtree City, I was open to befriend anyone. Within the first week, I met Annabelle. I was so preoccupied with the excitement of having a new friend that I was unaware of how greatly she would impact not only my first day, first week, or first year of middle school, but how vastly she would affect my future.

Girls perch on the tables like exotic birds gossiping and giggling, a football fly’s above their heads between two jocks in varsity jackets parading their toned muscles. Groups of high schoolers sit around the room laughing. Weekend has arrived and the hallways of the school were filled with tons of kids ready to go home. Every ear filled with the sound of multiple conversations going off at once, lockers opening and closing, music blasting without. I had managed to push past the constant stream of children and to the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As I walked my footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of me in the cold ground. I saw my friends faraway chattering and fooling around. I was stuck in the wrong crowd; they are nothing like me but somehow I am still friends with them. I slowly made my way up to my “so called friends”.

As any other freshman entering high school it can be a very nerve racking situation. On September 8, 2015 I Chelsea Gonzalez was entering high school in Thurgood Academy Of Learning And Social Change , my mind was going crazy and I didn't know what to expect. I have always asked myself whether high school would be similar to what appeared in movies; people dancing and singing on top of the lunch tables or, was it going to be a 4 horrible school years in which I would never make friends. I clearly remember seeing kids running toward their group of friends, as I walked down the lunchroom. My hands were sweating and it felt like a million butterflies in my stomach. The room was filled with cries of laughter, kids running back and forth asking each

Some of us were finding bugs in the towels and also seeing mold in the air conditioning units. As the parents were demanding that the staff of the hotel would clean up the rooms the team sat in the lobby while Coach Gaines talked to us about the semifinal game we would play the next day. TEAM 1 was going to be a hard team to beat but every team member knew exactly what we needed to do to get that win to make it to the state final game. Coach Gaines, standing in the almost empty hotel, told us the game plan while her voice carried down the halls making it almost scary. She explained to the team, “to win games you have to work as team and hold each other up. Not one single person can carry this team”. After the meeting in the lobby we were all sent back to the rooms where half of the team sat up half the night worrying about how the game was going to go the next day or just about what bugs might be under the mattresses. I was awake half the night thinking of what might happen in the game. Will I strike out every time at bat? Will I make a ton of errors? Soon enough I wake up the obnoxious banging at the door and scream blaring down the hallways that it was game

My story begins when my mom and I moved from Crafton, near Pittsburgh, to my grandparents’ house in Schwenksville at the beginning of first grade. In Crafton, there were not a lot children in my neighborhood; therefore, my wonderful mother and heart rending loneliness were my only friends. Fortunately, in my grandparent’s huge neighborhood, there were three amazing girls that became my best friends. However, those girls were not enough to combat my loneliness. At times these girls were mean to me, but my caring mother was there to lift my spirits. My mother was understanding and always knew what to say when I was lonely. As the story continues my life will hit an unexpected turn when I accepted a last minute invitation from a friend to attend

When I matriculated to Oregon State University, I realized how alone I really was, and that my popularity had meant nothing because I had no true connections with people in high school. I did not know how to work for anything because everything seemed to be handed to me. Finally my sophomore year of college, I met Harper, who immediately fit perfectly into my life. I’d never been that close to someone before, we did everything together. As I sat on the bus thinking about her my stomach began to contract violently and I masticated on one of my apple slices to try to calm it. Senior year Harper and I had decided to go to a big party for Halloween in Portland. Half way through the night Harper came up to me crying and insisted for me to drive her home, refusing to tell me why. I agreed because the party wasn’t that great anyway, but we got in a huge fight over why she wasn’t being honest with me or telling me what had happened. I had turned my head to look at her just for a moment, her red hair cascading around her shoulders, her eyes filled with

In May, 2013, in a small school called Robert’s Ferry, a fifth grader was waving goodbye to all of his well-made friends in his school. His whole life was ahead of him, and he had already accomplished multiple things at his school, educationally or not: clearly smartest kid, surrounded by friends, for he was very charismatic and had amassed a friend army of his entire class, and was planning on becoming a Chemical Engineer, for which he had already planned his High School classes, which would be followed by scholarships to UC Merced/Stanford, and then he would travel to CalTech in Southern California to earn a PhD in Engineering. He would miss his friends over the summer, but he knew that he would see them again next year; he also just joined

“Bye McKenzie! See you next year!” exclaimed my friend Kimberly, as i walked to my parents vehicle. I had finished my first year of high school successfully at Brooks County High. As I got into the vehicle my parents greeted me with a curious looking smile on their faces. I smiled back and wondered what news they were hiding from my brother, sister, and I. I asked my brother and sister if they knew what was going on, but they did not know. The suspense was almost unbearable for me to handle.

Still, I was mildly shocked that there was only one other senior girl waiting for the teacher to take our ID cards so we could join the class. The teacher was surprised too, but for immensely different reasons. Mr. “S” appeared stunned that senior girls would choose a class labeled “Competitive Team Sports” while there were still openings in the traditionally all-girls class. Instead of taking our cards, he warned the two of us that the class would be mainly boys and that we shouldn’t expect any special treatment. That made sense, but the speech continued, cautioning us that the boys would hit hard and that we shouldn’t cry when things got tough. That a teacher thought his class would make me cry rendered me speechless and I remained in a state of disbelief as Mr. “S” finally took our cards and told us we might be called down to discuss the matter further.

Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

I tried to blink in my tears, because the last thing I wanted was to end up crying like a loser on the first day of school. "Mom, I'll be fine.". I certainly was not fine. I was anything, but fine. I took a long, deep breath as my eyes met the sight of Johnson, an enormous school with kids bustling in and out like bees. I knew I was in for something big, but big doesn't always mean better, right? Time was ticking by, and I had an obnoxious feeling luring in my stomach, worse than any type of butterflies. I turned on my music, completely redid my hair and started tapping on the dashboard with my nails. Oh gosh, I literally was doing everything to get my mind off going to school. However, that became quite impossible when my mom stopped the car in front of the main entrance of high school. I was so close to pinching myself, hoping that this was some messed up dream. But it was, unfortunately, reality. After observing a bit, I couldn't help but laugh at the diversity of all the kids that were walking in. Some were jumping with joy, others laughing for what seemed to me no apparent reason, and some who hunched as they sluggishly walked

Then, as the last girl passed through, everyone went back to their places. I sucked in a rasped breath as I pushed the red, thick steel lunch room doors. With my hair covering the front of my face like a funeral veil, I examined the hard, smooth marble floors as I shuffled through the sea of shoes until I reached the wall. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal came strolling in. He started giving a speech about the school dance this Friday, yet I drowned him out. Today was January twenty-seventh, Stella’s birthday. I could not hold it in anymore as I sank against the wall, silently letting all the sorrow and despair flow out of me. Two pink sneakers came to rest on the glazed marble floors. “Well, do you not want to join us?” questioned a clipped, sickly sweet voice. Willing myself to raise my head, I slowly brought my eyes up. She was wearing a short checkered skirt with a navy blue collared shirt. I met the girl’s eyes. A shocking electric blue. “Well, are you going to answer me or not?” she asked again. “Um...sure…” I replied, mesmerized by the amount of makeup the girl had on. I felt hands on my shoulders as her crew pulled me to my feet. I stared at the floor the whole time until I reached the designated “popular”

     Tony finished getting ready, and then we left for the high school. The parking lot was filled with all the other seniors’ cars. Tony and I walked into the library ten minutes late like usual, and the principal had already started giving instructions. I found my place in line and then was all ears. I couldn’t help but look around at all the others. Smiles were plastered on their faces as if they had heard a hilarious joke. Once the principal concluded his speech, the whole senior class paraded down the hallway to the commons in two uniform lines stopping just outside the gymnasium doors. We could hear the band warming up and playing songs. All the people that were standing around me were bubbling