My Day At School

The time is 7:00 AM. I need to take a quick shower to get ready to school, but who’s going to do my hair? During my childhood, my life was unfortunates. My mom was working all day,and coming home late. We lived in the same house, we shared the same bed, the same bathroom and the same plates, but there was no closed conception between both of us, in other words her life too busy to teach me what I was doing wrong like many parents did. Assuming to myself, how cruel was the world? because she never has time for me. That is to say I was a bird flying without stooping to look for a home that wo bring me love in attention. During my days before schools I constantly did my own hair, watching YouTube and creating my own style with a brush and Rabanne.

When I was younger my mom forgot about me. I thought to myself how cruel was the world, how can your mom forget about their own child. I also thought my mom don’t really care about me. I never though at an early age I would became independence. Many night thousand of question came to my head, who is going to help me with my homework? How I'm going to survive? I don’t know how to do my own hair? Who’s going to the meeting today after school? Their was to many obstacle on my life because every morning my single mother wake up at 7:00 AM to go the work and must of the time I don’t really see her because she came really late to home. When I wake up every morning I learn something new, one day I learn how to do my hair, the other

Buzz-buzz. My phone sounded promptly at 7:40 a.m. signaling the start of a new day. I groaned, still drowsy from the 3 hours of sleep I got. My previous night was just an express train of college applications and studying. A question manifested in my mind: "Should I go to school or just stay home and finish my app?" I shrugged off my drowsiness and decided the first option. Today, after all, is Halloween and I wanted to see the plethora of costumes decorating the school halls. I was heading towards the shower, preparing for another day of school. However, what happens latter this day will prove that it is no ordinary day, rather, one that will go down in history in infamy.

That morning had been such a drag. I had my 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th hour classes before lunch. Then, I had my 5th and 6th hour classes next. You would think everything would be wonderful on the first day of school, right? Well it’s not. I might have tripped a kid; he was calling me names and tried to steal some of my nice pencils. So I tripped him in the hallway. I wish I would have talked to someone, but I never did. That’s how my morning went, didn’t talk to one other kid. Not even the mean kid, at least it was lunchtime. I walked into the cafeteria and could smell the aroma of pizza flow into my nose. I wished I could have some, but I did not have any money. I was wearing my ripped and torn jeans along with my faded green t-shirt. Everyone else had on his or her shiny new shoes and colorful new shirts. I slowly walked over to grab my paper lunch bag. It contained apple slices, a sandwich, chips, and a juice box. Lucky me.

The best day of school was January 3, 2017. That is when I first came to Parras. That day i will never forget.

Ellis1Malik EllisProfessor JannotsEnglish 10121 September 2015First day of schoolSweaty palms, shortness of breath, stomach locking it was the first day of school. I was alreadylate for school because my little sister slept under the fan and caught a cold that night so mom had toquickly find a baby sitter. Thinking to myself “can my day get any better.” I already had a lot to thinkabout I was the new kid. That’s where the pressure was at I wondered if kids was going to like me, if Ihad anyone to sit at lunch with or if anyone thought anything wrong.Everyone was so judgmental nowadays. I get in the car every year mom has a pep talk with meon how she knows I can do this and the rewards if I get good grades, but it was only going in one ear andout the other. The time is now 8:30 School started at 8:15 so I get out the car and tell mom goodbye.“Have a nice day at school sweetie love, ya.” Mom said“Love you too, see you later.” I said as my voice trembled over every word.I walk in the school and I can hear the sounds of my footsteps as I block any and every sound out.Boom! Boom! Boom! Was all I heard as I look for my classroom?“Do you need help young man?” The man said fiercely.“Yes I am looking for room 207.” I responded back to him.“Well 2 means second floor and we are on the third floor sir.”I didn’t even respond back because I felt that he approached me the wrong way with an unnecessarytone and attitude. So I walk to the second floor and find my classroom. I stood at the door

It was the first day of school for Grace, as she entered the doors of her high school she was officially a senior. When she got into her first class of the day she noticed a new kid, while the teacher was doing attendance she figured out that his name was Ivan. He was a tall, muscular kid with brown hair, he fit in well as people were talking to him. Some guys that Grace knew had convinced the new kid to do football. When they had their first game Grace was sure to come. She came with a friend of hers named Beca. “Why did you want to come to the game?” asked Beca, “you have always hated football.” As the game continued Beca could see Grace’s eyes following the new star player who she had met from first period in school. As the year kept going, Grace and Ivan started hanging out. She started to realize that she liked him, and that Friday, at their school’s homecoming game, Ivan asked her out.

I heard footsteps behind me, as I wandered towards the tissue box at the front of the classroom. I whipped around to find my classmate, Ellie, tiptoeing behind me. I really wasn't in the mood to talk to her right then, so I glowered at her, hoping she`d take the hint and go back to her seat. Long story, short...she didn`t. So, every time she opened her mouth to talk to me, I reeled my head in the opposite direction. What she had put me through the day before was wrong. Didn't she realize?

7th grade was not my year. The workload was more than I was used to, my teachers were bad, and I was overloaded with stress. But by far the worst part of 7th grade was my Texas History teacher, a man called Dr. Davis. Now, maybe it was my attitude towards the class (I’m not fond of Texas History), but I definitely think that even the most extreme pessimism could not have made me detest the class as I did.

It was an extremely normal day at school, almost so normal i knew something was going to happen later that day. So the story starts with me , Kyle, sleeping in bed. Now every morning is very hard for me because i stay up late doing homework. So as you can guess im pretty tired in the morning. So the night before i set my alarm to wake me up at 6:27, my mom leaves at 6:40 and she has to see me brush my teeth or else she doesn’t give me my phone. So i get up, brush my teeth, and then she gives me my phone and my brother and I walk down to the bus. Now the walk to the bus is acually pretty far and it usually takes us 5-10 minutes depending on how we are feeling. I usually dont want to go to school but i know i must go to get an education. Finally we are at the bus stop sitting on the wet bench waiting for thr bus. The bus finally comes and when i get on i just close my eyes and daze off unitl i have to transfer to a shuddle bus that will take me to high school.

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.

The first day of school, running in school with tears in my eyes, shredded with a wound in my heart because of my parents, dropping me off at school and leave me all alone. It was only me sitting at the corner of the entry door, all I see is strangers, run around screaming, jumping, and chasing playing with balls. Then, I started to wonder around the school, as happy as I was when I see there are foods. I lowered my backpack, reach for a couple of bucks which my mom gave me in the morning if I want to buy something to eat or drink. Afterward, I continue walking.

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.

A bright but cold morning, January in 2014, I woke up early, I jumped and smiled because it was my first day of school. First I went to take a shower; I thought, “What I would do in school today, who will be my teachers". Then I walked to the bus stop, people looked at me like I'm not from this planet. I sat on a tree trunk waiting for the bus. 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 very good girl who was blonde hair translated into Spanish what the woman was telling me, "thank you" I said to her. Finally, I gave the paper to the bus driver. I sat down in the first row my legs were shaking.