Johnson High School Narrative

School was the same as yesterday, full of zoning out. When I got home from school I ran into my room and threw myself onto my bed. I laid there for a good ten minutes or so. I was scared to death, but at the same time I was so excited. I knew I would make it, but I was still terrified though. The fact that I was in the first group to go made me a lot more nervous. In a way it’s a good thing so I wouldn’t have to think about it and get more nervous than I already was. Once I had got ready I laid right back on my bed. I’m not sure why I was so tired, but I clearly was. If my mom wouldn’t have called me I would’ve been dead

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

People sometimes forget that not everyone is capable of a high school environment. Sometimes to be successful, you have to fail. I had just moved in with my mom therefore I was going to be the new kid at Lake Gibson High. I was nervous, but I tried my best to hide it behind a smile. My mom has always been able to see past the fake smile, although to everyone else, I was just another happy nobody. I knew that I wouldn't fit in. My anxiety made me breathe heavy. I got off the bus, still no one noticed me. I was hiding behind my black hoodie with my hair covering my face. “Breathe” I mumbled before stepping into my 1st period English class. I took a seat in the back, and all except the teacher ignored me.

It was my first day of freshman year at Springfield High School in Springfield, Oregon. My counselor said to everyone that she couldn’t wait for June 5th, 2015. One might ask, “What is so important about June 5th?” Well, that day was graduation night. In my head I thought “That is an eternity away from now.” It was actually four years that only felt like one. Springfield was a great high school. I was fortunate enough to have friends from elementary and middle school attend the same high school. Having support from your friends I believe, is key in having success, and most importantly fun throughout your high school career. Friends can keep you on track with your studies. I for one, always encouraged my friends to do good in school so that they could walk the stage to grab their diploma.

Let’s jump ahead again, this time to my first day of school. Morris Knolls High School is one of the top high schools in the US. Their curriculum is rigorous and their standards are sky high. Also, this was a completely new environment for me. I didn’t know how high school worked and this wasn’t the type of town I was used to. Living in suburbia and attending a school with different demographics than I was used to scared me. I now lived 30 minutes away from everything I grew up around. But the thought of having a fresh start excited me. No one knew me, I was a nobody and therefore free to completely change myself.

I had really enjoyed my life in Newmarket, but I was time to start my life in New York City. My dad got a job there, so my mom and I moved there with him. I really liked my last school and had lots of friends there that I would miss dearly. It was the first day of school and I didn't know what the kids at this school would think of me. As I walked to school, I wondered what my fate would be today. I was almost at school when I noticed something unusual. I noticed that all the kids at school walked in cliques. Nobody in a clique talked to others cliques, and it felt like they wanted to isolate themselves. This was weird for me due to the fact that at my old school, everyone talked and socialized to each other. I walked into the giant building, and it was like nothing I had ever seen before. The school was massive, and it was at least 3 time bigger than my old school. I had to find my own way to my first class, and got myself lost several times, but I finally found where it was. I walked into the classroom and the teacher greeted me and I was introduced to the class. I went and found a seat at the very back of the room, where the only seat was available. I noticed as I sat down, the kids started to look at me in a funny way! I wasn't sure what this meant but it made my stomach turn, as if I knew something bad was going to happen. As I walking out of class I got bombarded with tall strong boy’s. They

In every kids life they get to do one thing in school and that is go to junior high. Coming from a small elementary school to a big kid school can take a while to get used to. Metting the teachers were some of the scariest times about starting junior high.

Standing in the doorway, palms sweating, heart pounding, and breathing heavy. It was my first day of fifth grade, as I walked through the doors my vision blurred and the noise was all muffled. I was so nervous. The thoughts going through my head were, “Who is going to be in my class?” “Am I going to make friends?” “Who am I going to sit by at lunch?” These thoughts have been with me throughout middle school and high school.

My alarm shrieks piercingly through the air, and my eyelids fly open. I carelessly toss my covers aside, and begin my morning routine. Five minutes before my bus arrives I begin to rush out of the house. “Don’t forget I’m picking you up at school early today so we can go to Miami,” my mom reminds me on my way out. “Sure, okay,” I toss back at her and close the door. Just like any other school day, I traveled the day with laughs, semi focusing in classes, and other teenage fanatics. Like in most high schools, when inside the school walls there is this false sense of security that overcomes each student. Most believe that nothing can hurt them, and that nothing will happen. Failing to realize that no one is invincible and things can change at the blink of an eye. As the day proceeds, I approach my least favorite class, Biology. There was never a day that I didn’t complain about how much I hated that class and how I could not wait to leave. But today was different; It wasn’t as dreadful because this would be the period that my mom would pick me up. Fifteen minutes later, I was back to my old ways, whispering “I cannot wait to get out of here!” to my neighbor who felt the same way I did. Finally, I heard over the loud speaker: “Roshonda Bissainthe to the office” and a smile creeped across my

Walking to the bus stop that morning was difficult, but exciting at the same time. I was soon going to be at the high school for my first day. I knew that it was just an orientation, but I was still nervous. I don’t have any older siblings so taking my first step into the school was like a step in the dark, I had no idea what high school would actually be like. Little did I know that high school would change the way I view life, school, and grades.

The first day of school is nerve-wracking for most people, for me, the first day was especially terrifying. The first day of a college class is probably more crazy than all others. My mom and younger sister, Michaela, were busy taking pictures as I attempted to run out of the door. After being homeschooled for the last six years, I knew it would be a much different experience. I had been in my room alone doing school; I was content with where I was. The morning of the first day of class, I was so busy that I didn’t have time to be nervous. However, as I ran out the door, my heart rate elevated to a pace of 138 bpm. I felt older, nervous, excited, and anxious as I left for Pellissippi. Although it had been six years since I had been in a classroom, I realized that all of my worry was for nothing once I walked into Ms. Brown’s class.

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

I awoke on an early morning, my mother tugging on me. I ask, "What are you doing?" in a tired voice. She replied, "Get ready, Armani!" That's when I remembered, that today was the big day, where I would go to school for my first time. In a hurry, I jumped out of my bed and put on my clothes. I've never seen my parents so happy before, and I was confused why. I wasn't quite sure what "school" was, but I knew it was a place where kids like me went and I will learn things. Thinking about it, scared me on how my experience was gonna be for the first time in my life.

We finally arrive, I’m feeling excited and scared at the same time. One i’m excited because it’s technically the last day of school ever!!!…. Well not counting college but still. Although i'm scared because who knows what could happen today? Fights, arguments I could lose touch with friends forever? Anyway Miles and I go our separate ways, unfortunately we won’t see each other until third period. I arrive to first block and it’s kaotic there are kids standing on desk, people blasting music and running around. I can’t believe that the teacher would just let this happen. These people are acting like little kids. I know it’s the last day and all but these people are practical adults and they are behaving like animals I look around and… there is no teacher.

It 's the first day of school. Finally here, after the long, hot, steamy days of summer. Its finally time to settle down and focus on my studies. When I woke up early I jumped out of the bed. I opened the blinds and sprinted my way to the bathroom. Normally I would not be so ecstatic for school, but it 's something about this year that really makes me ready. As I went in the bathroom, I noticed it was still dark outside. It was 6:00 in the morning. I should have not gotten up that early. But I dismissed that thought in my head and carried on. As I put my contacts in and did some light make up, I heard my mom through the thin painted walls. “Courtney! Why did you wake up early!” she yelled as she most likely shuffled out of the bed. I heard my dog Jackson come down off the bed with a thump. As I giggled to myself and replied “Because it 's the first day of school mama! Plus i 'm an early bird”. After I waited 5 seconds for a reply I rolled my eyes, In a friendly manner, smiled and carried on. After approximately 15 minutes of preparation I scurried out the bathroom to my bedroom.