First Day Of School

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On a foggy Thursday morning, I was up earlier than normal for the first day of school. Hardly any sleep was received throughout the night as the excitement for the next day sat in. The hallway was dark as I made my way to the kitchen. Within the next hour, my life would change drastically. The first day of school can always be problematic. However, the first day of high school is especially hard. Youthful children are always looking up to high school students. They seem like they are so old and mature. It is hard to imagine that you would ever be that old. On this morning, I was going to become one of those terrifying high school students.

It felt like it would be a normal day. I woke up hearing the sweet sound of birds chirping outside my bedroom window. It was my third day of kindergarten and I couldn’t have been more excited. I pushed aside my pink chevron covers and hopped out of bed. My mom dressed me in my favorite purple skirt with white polka dots, and a white shirt that said “SPARKLE” in big, bold, glittery purple letters. My hair was in two french braids with a purple bow at the bottom of each. My dad gave me colorful fruit loops with milk for breakfast and a small cup of sweet orange juice. I quickly swallowed it all up because I was so excited for school today and was yelling, “Daddy let’s go! It’s show and tell today! Come on I can’t be late!” Today we brought in our favorite things to school, and I decided to bring in my favorite color balloon. Dad giggled saying, “Abby, I’m almost ready, let me finish up my breakfast then we will be on our way!” I grabbed my balloon and ran outside. He finished while I was already waiting in the car. He opened my door, buckled me in my pink car seat, and then started up the car. The car ride was full of laughter, smiles, singing songs, and I enjoyed every minute of it.

Oh, no! That just isn’t right. I’m Laurie and I am going to tell you what really happened the year I went to kindergarten. As I was headed out the door with my new blue jeans with a belt my aunt got me as a present for my birthday this was unusual because I usually wear corduroy overalls with bibs. Anyways as the older girl next door she was distracting me from my mom because she wanted to know what day it was. As i passed the corner I realized I forgot to stop and wave good-bye to me. As we were few steps from the crossing guard to go onto campus, I see the clouds darkening and air . I left the girl walk with her friends I quickly try to run as fast as I can too not be late for my first day of school, but I heard a noise in the corner where I was suppose to turn and then I found myself in an alleyway between a Home Depot and Stater Bros. I looked at the sewer lid then boom! Lighting hit the the stop sign nearby seeing it burn up. As I looked back at the lid It was open with the lid on the side of the road. Then I felt a slight touch on my shoulder. I turn back and see me. He said “ You are my ticket to the good life”

Today is the first day of my sophomore year. This will be a great year! I think to myself as I get on my bus. The bus ride was always my favorite part of the day. Even though it was bumpy and loud. I mostly sit in silence, but this year i’m gonna put myself out there. I stand up so I could put my feet under me at the third stop. Glancing around i see a lot of people who were in the same grade as me. None of them knew me.

“Yep! I’m Miss Jenny, and we’re going to have a lot of fun this year!” Miss Jenny insisted, sounding over enthusiastic. Hayley said nothing, holding Miss Jenny’s cool hand decorated with cheap jewelry and rings that felt icy against Hayley’s clammy, sweaty, little palms. An aroma of macaroni noodles and baby wipes greeted them as they entered the room. There were ten other small children, some waddling on the carpet, one sticking his head in a trash can, and multiple more trying to eat fake food out of the toy bins. Miss Jenny took Hayley’s coat and put it in her small wooden cubby along with her Disney Princess backpack.

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.

When I was young I was bubbly and timid; a kid who tried to be nice to everyone and cause no drama. I always had a smile plastered on my face even if people had ignored me. I had a sense of naïveté to me, an aura of innocence. In the end of third grade I had been excited for summer, and all of the trips that would fall within it, but as we know, summer doesn't last forever. Before I knew it, fourth grade was approaching and my young self had a bittersweet feeling about this all. I never wanted summer to end, but I could await to see what fourth grade would bring me.

“Unde?” I replied, wondering where he wanted me to go. What I didn’t realize was that he was saying ‘Hi!’, a common American greeting, and not requesting to come with him.

Fifth grade 2015-2017. So, this summer a lot has happened. First, I moved three miles away from my old house, which was not that different except for the fact that there are only five other houses on this one street neighborhood. Unlike my old house where there were tons of houses in the enormous neighborhood. Then after all that I switched schools because I had more friends that went to the other school but you never know maybe I won’t have any classes with them. So, you can see why I have every right to be nervous, but I am more excited than nervous for some reason.

I stood there firmly and unchanging. My blouse became a sponge as I begged and pleaded not to go inside. "Quiet down Christine! We're in public!,” said my mom. As two women reached for my arms, I grabbed a nearby pole and latched onto the ground. With no success, my concrete feet were being forced beyond the doors and there was nothing I could do. My spirit was drowned out by the roaring inside as the weight of defeat fell heavy on my shoulders. It was my first day of school in a new suburban community and district known as Alief.

“You can pack up now,” declared Mrs. Miller as she ended class on a cheerful spring day. She was relieved class was over; controlling twenty-first-graders on a Friday in spring was a difficult job. Anxiously, I ran to the back of the class, grabbed my spring jacket off of the hook, and threw my guided reading homework into my bright blue backpack. I glided back to my desk and waited for all the kids who were riding the bus to leave. “Looks like your grandfather is picking you up,” stated Mrs. Miller as she read the note that mom wrote that morning. I patiently waited all morning for mom to write, sign, and date the half piece of yellow notebook paper that I placed on the table for her. “Mmmhmmm,” I squeaked back, with a grin on my

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

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.