First Day Of School

1.Contact with members of the lower castes always reminded him painfully of this physical inadequacy

I was in the bathroom getting ready for the first day of the third trimester of 8th grade, I was comfortably singing in my bathroom thinking I was alone. After getting ready I opened up the door and look in the hallway flustered to see my mom filming me singing. I was embarrassed and my cheeks turned bright red as I ran towards the front door to jump into my shoes and catch the bus. I went to school and it was a regular day, I had new classes and one of them was with my favorite teacher, Mrs. Gates. I never thought I would build up the confidence to sing infront of people ever but Mrs. Gates but i started to rethink that when my teacher told the class that at the end of this week on friday we will have auditions for a solo of the choir. I felt this uneasiness in my stomach and thought I was about to embarrass myself by throwing up in front of the whole class. I went the whole day just thinking about that solo.

I ecstatically jumped out of my bed as my alarm blared in my ears. Yes, I was excited. It was my first day of middle school after all! I put on my clothes I set out the day prior, and ran downstairs to get my things. I remember being so excited I was completely ready for school half an hour before I needed to be. I even remember what I wore… Mostly. I was wearing a light pink beanie, green leather jacket and blue jeans with my black converse...I think. To be completely honest, I don’t remember my shoes or shirt underneath my jacket. But it all fell apart after I left and got to the bus stop. I suddenly got chills and knots in my stomach and was happy to have one of my best friends, Jasmine at the bus stop with me.

From the moment I walked into this school in fourth grade, I knew that I would have an exciting adventure here, at Maple Place School. On the first day of school in fifth grade I was welcomed by one of the best teachers here. I was excited to have her as my science teacher because her smile made my day just a little bit better. I walked into the gym and didn’t recognize anybody, that's because I was a new student. Everybody was welcoming their peers and friends back to school, and I was standing in the gym, watching. But, I was excited to start at yet another new school. I was used to changing schools, I had already done it twice. I know that it doesn’t matter how many friends I will or will not have during my four years here, it's about my education and journey with the friends that I have.

On a stormy Monday morning, a girl wakes up and barely drags herself out of bed and forces her small feet across the hallway and into the bathroom. The girl steps on top of her step stool and stares back at the mirror. With tired eyes she stares at the dark skin, dark eyes, and dark cornrows covered with her favorite colorful hair beads, looking back at her. She smiles at her rainbow colored hair and shakes her head with a giggle as she hears the beads shake around, going about her morning routine as usual. She brushes her teeth with her Disney princess toothbrush, showers, gets dressed and gets ready for another day.

On the first day of school I woke up at 6:00 in the morning. Once I woke up I was so excited to go back to school, see all of my friends, and learn. After I woke up I got dressed into my white lace shirt, my jean capris, and my blue converse. After I got changed I put my Apple Watch on my left wrist. After I put on my Apple Watch on I went upstairs and did my hair into a ponytail. Then I ate breakfast. For breakfast I had a bacon, egg, and cheese omelette with toast, milk, and grapes. After breakfast I made my lunch which included a bagel with cream cheese and salami, some strawberries, a juice box, a water, and a bag of blueberry muffins. After I made my lunch I went back downstairs and brushed my teeth for two minutes. After that I went in my room made my bed and then got my backpack together. After I got my backpack on I said bye to my family and went outside and waited for the bus. Once I got on the bus I sat in the front seat and went on my phone. Then I got off of the bus and made my way to the old gym. Once I got into the old gym I found my friends and we talked until the bell rang. Once the bell rang I walked to my locker and got all of my stuff for my first five classes. Then I went to my homeroom with Mrs.Strussione. With Mrs.Strussione, we talked about school rules and how we are all expected to follow them. We talked about the dress code and inappropriate clothing. We talked about alcohol and drugs on how they we forbidden in school. And we talked about

It’s August 18th, the first day of school. Many children are not as eager to start classes, as they are to catch up with classmates after the summer. Students then begin to leave the courtyard and explore the route to their first class; memories of last year’s terrible lunch menus resurface, and schedules are then eagerly exchanged amongst friends in effort to revel in the success of the perfect schedule. Generally, first period comes equipped with the perfect group of friends, the easiest course, and most importantly, the laziest “pushover” teacher. Unfortunately, for students assigned to her classroom, this first day of school will leave a lasting impression on the minds of 30 multicultural/diverse students in tenth grade English. She opens her classroom door; the new 10th grade teachers’ walls are covered with things to look at, things to provoke inspiration. She provides an introduction, one of her person, as well as one of her classroom’s conduct and expectations; the new tenth grade teacher then asks a student to volunteer sitting in her eclectically upholstered Indian fabric bearing chair in the middle of the classroom,and with an impressionable smile says, “your turn”.

I walked through the door on the first day of school, everybody turned and looked at me

My alarm startles me as I get out of bed. My shades are shut, no sun shines through. My first day of school ever and the first day that I have to officially get up out of bed early. I smell the pancakes and sausage sneaking through the crack underneath my door. My first day of school and I have no clue what to wear or how to act. I go downstairs and dad automatically greets me with a hug and a smile.

The first day of school is always super neverbreaking. But when my first day of school came…….. I was going to faint. It was the first year I was going to Endeavour. I was coming in the middle of the year, so nobody knew me. My teacher’s name is Mrs. Rucker. I am thinking that she is going to be extremely mean. The whole class already did a ton of work. That meant I would have lots of catching up to do. I knew my mom would help me with it. I’m just nervous that I won’t fit in. I knew that finding friends would be hard. So I walked over to my cousin Gigi. As soon as I saw her, her friends stared at me. Their hair was perfectly slicked back without one piece of hair sticking out. Their clothes were really expensive and neat. I knew that they were going to be the popular girls in the school. I told my cousin I would talk to her later. I didn’t know what to do so I sat on the bench. Then a girl named Valery came up to me and asked if I wanted to be her friend. I was a little nervous but I told her we could be best friends. We were only in first grade so we had a short recess.

Since September, my AP Language experience has drastically changed paths many times. This class has challenged me mentally, yet is not the hardest and most challenging thing I have ever done. I came into the year, and the class, with a relatively open-mind, but majorly underestimated my writing abilities. Since that ill-fated September day, the first day of school, I have gained an exceptional amount of confidence when it comes to my writing abilities. Needless to say, I definitely feel challenged this year, which was much overdue. It was an adjustment from just being able to whip up an essay up from nothing, to having to critically think about what I was writing. This year, has definitely pushed me as a writer, and I feel as though I have gained a vast repertoire of writing strategies. Overall, I would rank the class at a medium level of difficulty, as I do not find it easy, but it is also not impossible. In terms of overall experiences, I am beyond satisfied with my growth and the time that is devoted to developing our skills. I was elated beyond belief when I started the year out at a 6/9, because I had doubted my abilities and did not think that was remotely achievable. Additionally, the amount of time and practice that we do to develop and maintain new skills is phenomenal, because it allows me to use all the new techniques in my everyday writing.

Everyone goes through hard times in school. It can vary from reading to writing, math to science, or simply just interacting with the people that are in class. In this instance, reading and writing were not strong points for me before third grade and didn’t get much better as the year went along. The teacher that I had was a terrible teacher; she gave me absolutely no help and handed me bad grades without clear reasoning. In fact, I realized how much she hated me, but to this day, I will never know why. That year made me learn being a good student in class, participating and asking questions frequently are rude habits to have in the classroom. Since the teacher and I did not see eye to eye, this made weak points such as reading and writing

On the first day of junior year I woke up bitter, tired, and angry. I knew this year would be the toughest year of my high school career and in no way shape or form was I looking forward to it. I went to school as if it were any other first day, greeting friends and trying to fight through the crowd to get to the locator list where I would find my first period teacher. After five minutes of pushing and shoving, I finally reached the front and found my name. I traced my finger along the dotted line to find “Mr. Hall”. I had never heard of this teacher before, therefore I knew this was a bad sign. The bell finally rang and junior year had officially begun. I walked into Mr. Hall’s class and I had already concluded that he was the happiest,

“Oh of course, being late to class is always a pleasure” I kept telling myself as I made way down the maze of hallways to finally find my psychology class. Walking in I quickly looked for a place to sit and I found an empty seat in the front corner of the room. The seat was by the window, which I knew, that would come in handy if I thought the class was boring, plus it helped that nobody was sitting there except for one person. Once I placed my bag down and got myself situated, I suddenly recognized the boy sitting beside me. My anxiety took over my body and tension in the room grew thick as he turned to face me and saw the girl who had once broken his heart.

A bright but cold morning, January 2014, I woke up early, jumped out of bed and smiled because it was my first day of school. First I went to take a shower; I thought, “What would I do in school today, who will be my teachers”? I walked to the bus stop, people looked at me like I'm alien with five heads and with a large nose. I sat down on a tree trunk waiting for the bus and the bus arrived after 15 minutes, I aboard the bus. The driver was a woman she was wearing a black shirt and brown pants. She told me “ Do you have the paper that shows that you have permission to go to school in a school bus” I stared at her and said “ No English”. A good girl seating behind the bus driver translated into Spanish what the bus driver asked