Descriptive Essay On Coming To School

Coming to school every day as a tenth grader was exciting, but it can get very annoying at times. I had to overcome many challenges to make it this far. Generally, freshman year was a year of change. One of the greatest things I learned as I reached sophomore year, was not to procrastinate.

I attended school regularly, associating myself with the same group of friends. Social statues were not yet established at such a young age, although there was one girl in my class named Shanese who nobody ever seemed to associate themselves with. She was new to the school; quiet, unobtrusive and she always seemed to have a melancholy attitude. Similarly to many other students in the class, I disregarded Shanese and continued with my normal activities until one day when I decided to pursue my curiosity about this discreet girl. It was time for recess, and I told my other friends to go to the swings without me. Instead of following them, I made an effort to introduce myself to Shanese and invite her to the see-saw with me. She agreed, with a seemingly uncertain response, most likely because nobody had ever approached her in such a way. As we silently made our way through the tire pellets to

Holding my breathe, I fiddled with my pencil until a girl sat next to me, looking as frightened as I was. This was it! This was my chance to make my first friend in middle school! With all the bravery in my awkward being, I inhaled, turned to my side, and said,”Hello!” She looked back at me and in that time, it felt as if time had stopped and that her answer was just so painful to wait for. What if she thought I was weird or too hyper? However, when she turned around she welcomed me with a smile and I never felt even more empowered in my life. I also never knew I would find someone who had the same interests as I. We laughed about super smash bros and related to the struggles of our

Returning to school after 30 years poses its challenges, yet after looking back, the tassel’s clearly worth the hassle.

Starting the day started off by waiting in my seat a 3rd-grade classroom at River View Elementary taught by Mrs. Course. Surrounded by the same people every day waiting in agony to get called out of the classroom. It was thoughtful of the teachers to let me leave almost every day, so I could gain help with reading during the time everyone else was reading with the teacher. Although leaving early every day left me wondering if anyone notices. The teacher walks up to me and says “Shaylee it’s time to go.” After that worry, the other 3rd graders will notice I abandon the classroom seeps into my thoughts. The volcano of questions starts to explode, creating inquiry thoughts of “What if they make fun of me?”, “Where did you

While on the bus there was an occasional comment on the previous day’s storms west from us, but otherwise it was unvoiced for the most part. Halfway through the day there was murmur the hallways about how there might be early release. Now that being said, as a teenager, I believe everyone carried a jump in their step after that. The teachers had a hard time settling the student’s vivacity and ultimately gave up teaching. Once were released, my uneasiness bubbled up once more. The bus ride home was filled with talk about either wishes for a tornado or the complete opposite. As we arrived to the place I called home, the trailer park, I had more then enough time to worry about how safe a mobile home was as we waited for dad to pick my sister and me up. On the way to the family business the sky was starting to turn, what once was a tranquil blue was slowly changing to a stormy

I stared out the window, squinting as the rays of sun hit everything in their reach, burning into my eyes. I usually enjoyed the soothing warmth that the sun's rays emitted, but today was different. Today, my mom was driving me to high school...Johnson High School, for my first day as a freshmen. At the corner of my eyes, I saw a bruised, grayish-looking cloud, even the sun’s radiant light couldn't reach it. I couldn't help but think how me and that worn out cloud were so similar; dull and lonely. Geez, I definitely was going to be lonely. As we neared the school, I could feel my mom's eyes imprint into me as she stared at me. "Sahar", her voice spelled out concern. I knew she just wanted me to say that I was happy and excited, but she knew

Then she gave us our homework. I get done early then turn it, then ask to go to the bathroom. She writes me a pass and asked do I know my way I told her yeah, but honestly I don’t but I will find it. A few other students are wandering the halls, I pass a few teachers, they just smile and keep walking. I finally find a bathroom, I check my hair, my bun is still in place and neat, I check my clothes, wash my hands and as i’m walking out one of the girls from first period walks in she mean mugs me and bumps my shoulder a little, I would have said something but it’s my first day and I don’t want that impression at this school,but she get her day. As I walk back to class a honey-brown girl walks by and smiles, then ask if i’m the new girl, I tell her yea, then she said welcome to bluford and she likes my style. I tell her thanks and then we both go on our

I walk in with my heart rate skyrocketing, and stomach is churning. It’s a new start to my sophomore year. That is what I need, a place where no one knows me or what I have done. I walk into the office to get my locker number and schedule. “Hi, I, uh am here for my schedule.” The lady at the desk gave me a strange look “Oh you’re the new kid Philip right?”. I nodded, I hate when people call me Philip it makes me sound like an old guy, like old people are nice but I’m not old, now I feel bad for old people. “Alright deary here you go.” She smiles while handing me my combo and schedule. “Thank you.” I walk out and head to the my first class. I walked to my class, I was standing in front of the door to scared to open it, I’m just so nervous what if no one likes me. I decided to open it and within a second all eyes were on me, but only one stood out. They belonged to this boy who had a fringe like mine and eyes that can make anyone melt. “Class this is the new student Philip” the teacher said taking my attention off the boy, “Oh ya hi, but I go by phil not Philip, sorry it just sounds like a

Getting to school at 7:15 am, an hour early, allowed me to sit on my desk, in the principal’s office, and get some reading done, outline my day, and finish up on work.  School started at 8:15 am end ended at 3:44 pm. After school, from 4 pm to 7 pm, I either worked at school, attended BridgeUP, or partook in an internship. Then came the arduous chunk of my day.  I would work from 8 pm to 12 am in multiple grocery and deli stores for my family.  Even though my parents weren't in dire need for money, the money I made was belonged to them and was used for petty things.  I did this every day of the week, but worked from 6am to 10 pm on Sundays, the devil's day.  This lifestyle was mentally and physically excruciating, it was not the cat’s meow,

But my mom and aunt assured me that everything will be fine and that kids here are very kind and friendly. Though I wanted to run back to my mom and go home with her, I decided against it and followed the counselor to Ms. Algers’ fourth grade classroom. As soon as I walked in, Ms. Algers’ introduced me to the whole class, and my soon-to-be classmates greeted me with a nod, smile, or “hello’s”. Though everyone was warm, there was this one girl who went above and beyond to make me feel welcomed, her name was Emma. She had blonde hair with glistening blue eyes, loved to play soccer, participated in student body activities, and wore abundant pastel colored shirts. She had prepared a welcome card and a pencil for me on my first day of school. She even introduced me to her friends, showed me around the classroom, sat with me during lunch, and played with me during recess. Her kindness made me feel like I belonged there and helped me get over my fears in a short amount of

I was walking through the halls of Niskayuna High School just as any other first semester junior would, stressed and in a hurry. I passed by my friend Natalia and despite my frantic canter to english, found the time to say hello. Oddly, she looked directly at me, but didn't say a word. Believing she didn't hear me, I thought nothing of it and continued my journey.

The first day wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but it wasn’t great either. I got lost so many times and the only thing more embarrassing than being lost in the hallway is asking someone for directions, which I had to do twice. I only had one class with my friends, but all three of us were in there. And Samantha Kline was in my second period social studies class. We had started hanging out during school for the last month of eighth grade, and I didn’t have her number, but we liked each other. I don’t know about liking each other. I liked her but I didn’t know if she liked me. She was cool. Popular but quiet. And very pretty. She had played basketball in middle school and had practiced with the high school soccer team for the second half

Grey skies, grey clouds, it was raining, and it was quiet in my room. Slow soft music played while I lay on the bed daydreaming. The whole house was asleep. It was 7:34 AM, I always wondered, how my new school is gonna be like, I moved from Wisconsin to L.A in the summer, and I settled in, ready for this school.

After that the seats were all full except the two near my desk, a guy walked past me and then backed up and smiled at me and asked,” Do you mind? I don’t know anybody in this class and it looks like I could get to know you.” I smiled and responded with a chuckle,” I don’t own these desks sit wherever you like.” He took a seat next to me and introduced himself (let’s keep in mind that I was looking at the floor the entire time.) He waited for my response and I asked him to repeat his name. The words hit me like a breeze on a cold winter day...Jessie McDown I looked up and recognized him instantly and said,” Wow! Deja Vu. He asked,” Why deja vu?” I grinned and looked at him a bit offended and said,” You don’t remember me? To think after taking a girl to the police station you’d at least remember her face.” His eyes opened wide and he examined my snarky face and said, “ It’s you?” really loudly he practically yelled it and everyone was staring at us. I looked at him and laughed sarcastically and responded, “ Wow, what a great way to introduce yourself to the class.” He snickered and gave me a annoyed face and said,” Yeah I have a funny way of meeting people, don’t you agree?” I looked at him for a minute or two and then lowered my head in agreement soon after class started and the teacher took his time to introduce himself, the course, and other students.