First Day Of High School Essay

One day, I was walking home from the bus stop. It was the last day of school, but the first day of summer break. My mind was bursting of happiness since the first day of summer was starting and school was over until September. But I wasn’t fully happy because one of my good friends was moving. I WAS going to run home to play on my Playstation 4, NBA 2K17, but I decided to say goodbye to him. My last days of school are usually terrible but this year, something was different. I think that I was a little smarter than I was all the other years. Either I got hurt or I just had bad luck. Let me tell you the worst thing that has ever happen to me, which I’m currently laughing back at it as me being the dumbest kid that day. Let me start from

Entering freshmen year, I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to do, but I was lost regarding how I was going to do it. This is a sentiment shared by many students entering collegiate studies. Some students may not even have a direction or general idea of what they wish to achieve from college. Others, are either overconfident or hold a disillusioned perspective regarding course selection, work load, study time, time management, and the equilibrium between social and academic life. My first semester at Randolph-Macon began as a series of failures that lead themselves to success largely due to the influence of upperclassmen pursuing the same goals as me and continuously pushing me to hone my strengths and reevaluate my weaknesses.

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

Today is the first day that I set foot into Central High School, one of the most prestigious high schools in Philadelphia. The blood rushes through my veins as I allow that fact to sink in. I climb up the steep hill, focused solely on trying to make my way to the deep red doors as other students, one by one, join their respective social groups.

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

It’s the night before the first day of high school. At 1:00AM, Jamie still nervously lies awake on her bed, while thinking about her new chapter in life. Middle school wasn’t the best experience for her, as she was bullied for being “overweight” and being a nerd. Neither boys nor girls liked her for the way she was. Jamie couldn’t wait for high school to start so she could never see them again.

As the story goes, it was my first day as a freshman at Poplar Bluff High School. As I stepped off the bus to my new school, I found myself unfamiliar and nervous. My first instinct was to find my friends on such a wide campus, but, class would be starting soon so I wouldn’t have time. “Guess I will just get to my first class early”, I thought to myself while walking in the shivering, cold weather.

It was the first month of my high school years, I was as nervous as an incoming freshman could be. I had no idea how long and strenuous my years at Bensalem High School would feel. As many others, I had a hard time adjusting to the transition from middle school to high school. Unlike others, though, I struggled about twenty

Approximately four years ago, as a united group, the Class of 2017 attended its first day of high school. I recall eagerly waiting with drenched palms for the bus to usher me to my first class. Hopefully, I wasn’t the only one. But as the months and the years passed

On a Spring day in Oak Park, California a 10 year old girl stood at the front of her classroom, almost scared to death. This girl named Abigail was about to go on the roller coaster of emotions called middle school. "Hi. I'm Abigail" she said, her voice shaking. It's not always easy to be the new

When entering high school, every student knows they need to find their niche. At the very beginning of my freshman year I decided to go out for drama club by auditioning for the fall play. My brother had just been the lead in the fall play the past year and suggested that I should try out for drama. I decided to give drama club a shot and little did I know where that would lead me.

Arriving at Northride High School, I finally caught a break from my mum’s rambling in the car and I attended my first class of the day. The clock winded down till the end so fast like the foam-flakes drifts on the river. As it did, I wandered to the back of the school at the end of the day and an

My first year of high school was filled with adventures and difficulties throughout the years. Comparing to my other years, I took challenges, such as taking on sports while finding the time for my school works and achieving my goals. However, I was able to find the way and fight through my freshman year.

On my first day of middle school I ecstatically jumped out of my bed as my alarm blared in my ears. I put on my clothes I set out the day prior and ran downstairs to get my things for school. I remember being so excited I was completely ready for school half an hour before I needed to be. It all fell apart as I got to the bus. I suddenly became really nervous and was happy to have one of my best friends, Jasmine at the bus stop with me.

This very day was my first day in my new school and the first time I had the chance to meet new events. I woke up at six in the morning and my mom called a cab beforehand. The passenger seat was occupied by my weight and my backpack. I watched the outside setting through the cab’s window. Thoughts like “ugh, how am I going to make friends?” and “What will people here think of me?” keep swirling up in my mind. As the cab approached the school, my heart flutters like a butterfly on the verge of escaping from the predator.