Essay My First Day At School

My first day at middle school was not what i expected my parents transferred me into an all boys school which i didn’t like because it was all boys and no girls so i didn’t get a chance to experience the crush phase but my first day was good for me to be in a all boys school my school name was Kenneth Clements Boys Leadership Academy I met my teachers i only had 3 teachers because it wasn't a big school i had 1 teacher for history and i had 1 teacher who taught math and english and i had a gym teacher it wasn’t what i really wanted or expected but i had to work with it i met mostly everybody in the school because it was so small my first day at lunch ended up being my favorite part about the school because we had a cafegymatorium which is a cafeteria and a gym together so after everybody ate or if you were finished eating you could either stay inside or go outside now outside looked great for the school to be that little we had our own playground we had a football field and we had a basketball court that was a lot for grades K-6 they didn't have a 7 or 8 grade in the school.

This past year from when I was a “little” seventh grader to now has been quite interesting. The first day of school was on my birthday and I started off sick. Yeah, it wasn’t very pleasant. I missed the first three days of school. When I was better, I was very scared and nervous for all the new teachers and classes. I knew most of the seventh and eighth grade teachers, but I had never been in their class before. Soon, I learned that they were all extremely nice and loved to teach. I had tried to memorize my schedule before, so I wouldn't go to the wrong class. My first class was art, and then math, science, lunch, P.E., language arts, quest, and finally social studies. I remember Mr. Munford told us that he hopes we would be a pretty good class. I think our class turned out pretty well.

A sudden ring from my phone sounding like a marimba song awakened me. As I tried to open my eyes from a peaceful sleep, I reached for my phone that felt miles away. Once I grabbed my phone I stopped my alarm and I saw the time, realizing what day it was. I got up, looked out the window staring at a glowing gold round shape beginning to shine into the morning sky. I walked over to my makeup counter preparing myself for a day I'll always remember. Finishing my typical makeup routine, I started on my hair. In the process of running down my flat iron onto my long dark hair, I began to think of the day I had ahead of me. I grabbed my outfit from my dresser that I put together the night before. I ripped off the price tags of a sleeveless olive lace shirt and denim dark washed ripped skinny jeans. Pairing my outfit with American brand boat shoes with black leather and mesh panels on the side. A rich, buttery smell escaped into the air reaching my nostrils and making my mouth water, along with sizzling sound in the background. I rushed into the kitchen to find my dad making fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and crispy bacon. Minutes later, my mom shouted to my sister and I “time for the first day of school picture.” At that moment I realized I was minutes away from my first day of high school.

Dinner on the first day was a fest to celebrate our first day at Danville Academy. Though curfew had been set earlier. James, Fred, Shawn, and I were the last ones out the hall. We did not talk much as we were tired. The next week went about the same other than the fact Mr.Jackson picked on almost every kid in the classroom. Someone even started crying in class the middle of the week. It had been about two weeks when the first kidnapping accord.

Well, here it is,the day I've been dreading since Mrs. Mercer first brought it up. This day honestly came way too fast! When I first got my schedule and seen current health issues, I was like what in the world? So the first day of school came about and it was time for seventh period. When I realized it was Mrs. Mercer's class, I got extremely happy. I wasn't sure what to expect the first few days. As the days went on, all 13 of us started to get the hang of everything and bonded instantly. This is definitely a class that I'll always remember and I will truly miss! We've all had happy times,sad times,angry times,and a lot of fun times. I've honestly took in a lot from RY, especially snap and zap. Snap and Zap is where you snap out of bad thoughts and zap in good thoughts. I found if you do that then you wouldn't have as much anxiety build up. I feel like the RY class has helped a lot with my anxiety and anger. Mrs.Mercer and the 12 others in RY have been there for me since the first day. I want to thank all you guys. When class first started, I wasn't sure if I wanted to open up because at that time I only talked to like two people. I wasn't sure if I could trust everyone. Well about the second week I felt like I had a family A family that I can talk to, cry too, get advice from, never be judged by, a family that I can just simply enjoy. One that Id die to have at home. I knew if I couldn't trust anyone else, I had 13 other people that I knew for a fact that I could run to

On August 14, 2015 it was my first day at FHS. My alarm turned on at 6:30 a.m and the sun was shinning through my window, plus the smell of fresh air blew through my window. As, I was about done getting ready, my sister as if I wanted breakfast, she made, french toast with strawberries and bananas on the side. Knowing that the bus was arriving, I asked my sister to drop me off at school, because I was scared and nervous. I honestly didn't know what to expect, for my first day of school.

“Ahh”, Ronnie yawns, as he gets up for his first day of school. The door creeks open as his mom peeks inside to check if Ronnie is awake.

Not so long ago in a not so far away place. A teenager stands in front of a steely gray building on a dull fall day. It's the first day of high school,more specifically the last first day of high school for many students before they enter the world of adulthood. James Dean was your average public school senior, as normal as they get really. James had enough clothes he had the newest I phone a beater car what more could he really need other than better grades. Bottom line James family was normal he had a little sister and a mother and father who loved their children. James on the other hand yearned for adventure he longed for the excitement. In his dreams he would sail the seven seas. Life had never seemed so mundane James heart was somewhere else these days he knew adventure was only for the bold and he did not feel bold at all he felt like a lam in the lion's den. Sighing James put his favorite fire truck red beat headphones on and walking into the lion's lair. In the swarm of nervous wrecks, loud mouths , prima donas , nerds , people masked with sunglasses and the scrubs. James put his head down and went to find his first class it was music studies. Mr Alan was making a ruckus in the back room full of sheet music and vinyls. The smell of the old dingy room enter his nose filling it with the sense of peace.

“Today is the first day of school and I’m nervous, not scared…. This is going to be very hard” Daryl said to his grandmother Bridget. Darryl was tall and had blue eyes. Daryl was a nice boy, never got into any trouble in school but that was about to change this year….

On the morning of September 1st, 2016, I woke up to my alarm excited and ready for my first day of school. I quickly got dressed and ran down the stairs to get some breakfast. I ate my breakfasts meal, and since there was time to kill before we were allowed to enter school, I pet my dogs and just layed down in my warm, soft blankets. I wish I could bring my dogs and my blankets to school with me, I thought to myself, but I know school is a time for learning, not for sleeping and relaxing.

Not every kid gets to have that almost perfect childhood. You know what I am talking about, the one where both your parents are happily married, your siblings are your best friends, you make it all the way through the first day of elementary to the end of high school with the same school, same set of friends, same neighbors, same homey house, and the same lifestyle. Those who can say they have nothing but happy memories and great experiences from their childhoods. I unfortunately, was not one of those kids. As a child, I had no choice but to do and say and go wherever I was told with no control nor opinion. I lived through many things growing up which all have taken part in the person I am today. My parents divorced not too long after I was born, I moved constantly from place to place, and I did not make the best of choices growing up which affected me greatly. Nevertheless, my childhood has shaped me into who I am today and even though it was not perfect, I am still great full for it all. I would not change a thing about it.

On my first day of field work at Ps.198 I remember feeling so nervous. As soon as I step in the school building my heart was pumping with anxiety. All I could think of is what if the students don’t enjoy my company in their classroom, and what If the teacher doesn’t get along with me and how will I survive through the whole experience. Once I got signed to a class I remember stepping in the classroom while the teacher was teaching the students. At first, I felt awkward because all the students were looking at me. I recall being so shy and at first, I would just sit and observed most of the time. As soon as the teacher finished her lesson she finally presented me to the class and that’s when I felt welcomed.

I looked up at the school towering in front of me, the one thing I didn't realize was the shadow staring down at me from the top floor window. I lived in a little town named BlackSmithing. A school was built and was opened right away. I was not excited for the school, knowing that the only people signing up to be a teacher there were the meanest men and ladies. They named the school BlackSmith School, the most pain and boring name in the whole world. The first day of school, I saw all of my friends. All the students learned the order of their classes, and what classes they had. The school was very unorganized, it was like a pigsty in the hallways and rooms. I had Mrs. Blackbelt. The worst teacher in the whole 5th grade. It was HORRIBLE. The whole day was bad. I don’t even want to explain.

My first day of school was a mess. I woke up, got dressed, brushed my hair, ate breakfast and then brushed my teeth. I packed my bag and got ready to wait for the bus. I was so scared. I had so many thoughts running through my mind all at once. As I walked outside I saw the bus pulling on the end of street, my heart was racing. As the bus approached I stepped on and picked the closest empty seat available. The bus was quite yet at the same time I heard people talking. A few minutes later I just decided to look out the window instead of awkwardly staring down. We stopped at this older house but then there was a house a little farther back kind of behind trees and another house, two kids came walking out from the front house and got on the

It is six thirty in the morning while helping my grandmother to remove all the excess water of the newly boiled young corn; I heard my cousins and other students outside while they are passing our house to get to school. It seems they are very excited on the first day of school. And here I am with my grandmother helping her to prepare the corn to sell at the public market in our small town in the province of Cagayan.