Descriptive Essay : The Day Of High 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.

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never

For many middle school students across the nation the transition from middle school to high school is an exciting time. It is the beginning of the end, their last hurrah before they go off on their own as college students. While students may be ecstatic to experience all that high school has to offer, some parents are apprehensive. They know the next four years will play a vital role in their child’s future. Parents wonder whether their local high school will prepare their child for the difficult transition from high school to college. This type of thinking may lead parents to seek out other academic options for their children. Marian High School, a private school located in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, draws in approximately 120 incoming freshman every year; they attain this number through the use of powerful rhetorical appeals on their website. Marian entices parents looking for an alternative to their local high school by tugging on emotions that are entangled with religion, using convincing numerical statistics and by exhibiting the accomplishments of their graduates.

We all have different kinds of the first day of school experiences, but for every student, I feel that stepping into the first day of school as a freshman would mark as the most memorable day in all high school years. Before the first day of school, I quickly thought that my freshman year would turn into the toughest and saddest year in my experience. My best friend would not attend the same high school with me, which already gives me many conclusions of how sad and hard of a school year it would result. However, maybe things will turn out differently than we think if we just change something about our way of living it.

People told me that high school would get me ready for college. However, it seemed that when I got to high school, all I heard was what I could not do. I received a list of rules, some of which did not even make sense, but when I got to college, I had so much freedom. Why is that? Why is high school so strict? How can rules like wearing a uniform or restricting outside food prepare me for college or even better my education? Harsh learning environments do not get students ready for their future nor do they better students’ education.

I watched the final minute on my alarm clock tick away. I couldn't sleep I just moved and it's the first day of my new school, In Pittsburgh. Where I used to live I always loved going to school hearing the birds chirp to wake me up. The birds were as colorful as crayons. But now I didn't want to get up. My mom came into my room and shook my bed until I got up.

Willow was excited to go to the beach with Evelyn. They were going to have a fun time there. The day was sunny and hot. The water was going to be cool against their hot skin. There were some clouds in the sky and a slight breeze. Evelyn parked her car and they both got out. When they got to the end of the cement stairs, Willow started to run to a shady spot in a secluded part of the beach. Evelyn started running to try to catch up. When they both got to the shade, Willow threw down her t-shirt, shorts, and towel onto the sand. Then she took off her sandals and set them near her towel. Evelyn put her towel down then laid her shorts, shirt, and shoes on top of it.

Ring, ring, ring! It was an ordinary sunny monday morning. Rushing out of bed as usual, throwing on some colour clashing clothing, chugging down my tasteless bowl of oatmeal, and running to school, hoping to make it on time.

Your name is Dawn Strider, and it’s your first day of school. Your brother went out and got you a brand new dress--no more icky old shirts of his tied around the waist with a cord or one of his old belts to keep it hiked up so you don’t trip and fall. Of course, you’d much rather wear pants, but your brother says you’ve got to look like what you are--that being his perfect little princess. He hasn’t even made you do training for almost a week so that your wounds have time to heal. (You’ve still got to wear a long sleeve dress, though, there are scars that you aren’t allowed to let anyone see.) That’s a huge privilege in and of itself so you’re on cloud nine as you walk down the block to your preschool hand in hand. He drops you off at the door but before you walk into the room, you’re met with one more surprise. Your brother reaches into his pocket, takes something out, and kneels down to meet gaze. You tap his hand and look up at him with a question in your eyes and he responds by opening up his hand and fitting a smaller pair of his own sunglasses on your face. You hug him and grin and rush inside the classroom.

On a late night, about 10:30. I make my bed and let my dog out to go to the bathroom. After letting her out, I lay in bed hoping to have a good dream. I take off my glasses and turn off my lamp, and turn off my wax burner because my mini poodle does not like the light that it emits, and she likes the moon light.

As an eight hour school day, filled with laughter and joy as I spent time with my friends, whizzed by, I walked towards my bus. Looking around I could see everything from birds gliding in the wind, their feathers glistening in the sunlight, to spiders in the bushes, working tirelessly to spin their magnificently intricate masterpiece of a web. The trees are starting to change from a vibrant green, to a light yellow, to a deep orange, and finally, to a bloody red. The contrast of all the awe-inspiring colors will always be surreal in my eyes. Every year, I always think to myself the same question, “Why, when such beauty exists, must it go away as quickly as it came?”

Painting the warm tangerine Indian sky, the sun retreats for the day. A swirling mist envelopes the cacophony of the city, ushers in a soothing touch to a highly humid atmosphere. The zephyrs simultaneously clear the bituminous asphalt by stealing away decayed leaves and wilted petals. They whirl around, lingering as if caught in a vicious catfight, to finally disappear into the vast unknown. The silhouette of the sinking sun descends faultlessly into the almost placid lake, its waters stirred only by the symmetrical synchronization of paddling ducks.

“Good morning Gabby! Wake Up!” My mom whispered. I slowly woke up smelled the sweet batter, ran downstairs and opened the door. I saw people taking a jog in this cold, bright, early morning. After the light blinding my eyes, I shut the door slowly and ran back upstairs. It was the first day of school. Me and my brothers were getting ready. I put on my favorite outfit and I ran back downstairs. I heard the steaming yellow eggs frying as my hot pop tarts popped out. I heard the sizzling of the batter on the pan. We were having waffles with eggs and pop tarts on the side. My brothers were in fourth grade and I was in first grade. When we were eating breakfast my brother was chewing with his mouth opened right in front of my face on purpose. When we were done with breakfast he then pushed me and I fastly fell down into the white tile on the floor. I got up , I grabbed my bag angerly and quick and I walked outside. When we all walked outside, My mom took a picture of us like the other years. When she went inside, we strolled around in circles on the patches of green waiting for the bus. After every step I took my brother was calling me names and annoying me. Stupid names that any sibling would call you that annoyed you.

One day I was sitting on the couch playing games and texting my friends on my phone, and then my dad came home and was knocking on the door. I opened it and saw him in an army suit. I asked him why are you in an army suit. “ I’m in an army suit because I joined the army” My dad said. I ran in my room and was crying. I was thinking in my head he will die, he will leave for 1 or more year, and he will never come back. My dad started knocking on my room door. “can you open up, please”.My dad said. I said why out of all the jobs you pick this one. I heard “beeeeeeeep beeeeeeeep beeeeeeeep”

When I was younger, I hated the first day of school. It took me a few days to start liking school. When I got to know my teacher, and making new friends made me love school. I had many friends that I would hate to have to leave at school. When I would get picked up early I remember asking my dad often if one of my friends could come home with me and play at my house. I never got to bring a friend over until the third grade. Ryne Garrison has been one of my best friends from 3rd grade, all the way up until now.