My Favorite Day In School

I started school in a big building for the first time I remember it the most because I spent the most time in it I had a teacher named miss laurence she was the best she let us watch Bill nye

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

On the first day of school I was in a class full of students. Oh, I hated my first day of classes very much because I could not handle the thought of having to introduce myself to everyone especially with the problem I had. I sat there nervously as I observed the others confidently and happily introducing them self to the audience. I just had the urge to slip under my chair and just hide there until I could escape my turn. Unfortunately, I could not avoid my turn and ended up introducing myself. "HiiiimynameeisJaskiran." As my face filled with embarrassment and humiliation, I thought of all the possible thoughts that approached the minds of the other students in response to me attempting to introduce myself. All too common I could imagine students saying, "Did she happen to forget her name?", "Can she talk a little slower?", or "What is wrong with her?". Times like this, made me wonder about my lack of speech skills in front of a group of people. Why do I either speak so fast-- where what I say sounds like one word-- or when I speak I am not able to clearly pronounce the syllables of a word? As I began to research, I realized this difficulty, complicated style of speaking is called stuttering. Why do people stutter? A mystery that has yet to be unraveled.

It was the very first day of first grade. I starred at the dork across the room. He had glasses, a goofy bowl haircut, and a sweater vest. I recall thinking to myself I would never be friends with him, just look at him, he 's such a geek. Half of the school year had gone by and I made sure I never talked to him, not even one time. I had kept this record going for a while until one day I decided to take my dog for a walk. Walking him through the neighborhood, I noticed a couple of kids playing inside of a parked boat outside a house. To my surprise it was him and his little brother.

Sitting in the guidance office on my second day of eighth grade, I could only think, “How can this be happening to me again?” I was not there because of a scheduling issue or to plan my future, but I was there having another anxiety attack. I thought I had this problem straightened out. I had already lost a serious portion of my sixth grade year to this condition. With the aid of therapy and medication, I was hopeful my condition was under control.

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 was the last day of school, Kaylee rode the bus home just as she does every other day. When she got home, the key to her house fell out of her hand and into a ditch. She couldn't find it, her brother helped search for the key but it was nowhere to be seen. Their mom wouldn't get off work for another two hours, so they had to sit outside in the hot sun waiting for her. She reached into her backpack to get her phone so she could call her mom. After she realised her phone wasn't in her backpack she decided to go sit under a tree for shade. After sitting under the tree for a while, the sun started to set. Their mom finally got home and they went inside. She told her mom that she had left her phone at school. Since it was summer break she couldn't go back and get it. Her mom told her that she wasn't getting another phone since she left it at school. Kaylee snuck out of the house to go get her friends. Kaylee, Destiny, Alyssa, and Lexi all walked to pinkston.

“RING!” The bell had finally rung and it was time for me to go to 9th period. This was my favorite period because my only friend Mike was sitting next to me in Art. As we walked in, the Art teacher, Ms. Sims greeted us on our way to our seats. The air condition was on full blast as I was shivering with goosebumps everywhere. I didn’t want to ask her to turn the A/C down because was teaching another kid how to do the painting. She hates it when she is disrupted. When she finished before I could get a chance to talk she said, “ You are getting the paintings back. This will be 50% of your grade.” She finally got to me. Suddenly, all my goosebumps went away as I stared at my grade. I got a 34%! Mike asked me what I got but I froze and the words just came out of my mouth.

I bent down in front of my locker, putting my math quiz into its proper binder. A pair of burgundy colored Bearpaws appeared in my peripheral view, “Jules, there’s something I need to tell you.” I looked up to meet my best friend of three years eyes, and they were full of tears.

Have you ever felt like your brain was being split into a million pieces? Possibly a pain so intense you worried you were dying. That feeling was the cause of my day in hell.

My time spent at Yew Chung International School (YCIS), the school I attended in Shanghai, influenced and shaped me to recognize my key factors in deciding what high school I wanted to go to which included, the type of music programs, along with the sport teams I would like to take and participate in; thus resulting in my choice to come to Beacon. In 2013, my mother had to move to Shanghai due to job requirements. I decided to go with my mother and spend the next 18 months in another country.

It was December 23rd, and it was a cold snowy and windy day that morning when I woke up. It started with a warm hot chocolate with pancakes for breakfast. Then I hop in the car with my mom to ride to school at 7:15 because she works their, and I go to school their, so I ride with her. When my friends start showing up to school I know this will be my last day of school with my best friends since kindergarten, so I knew I have to make the most out of today. It started by playing football in the 3 feet of snow with them, and then the bell rang.

It was just a normal very BORING day at the high school here in Glenwood, Iowa, I was very,very bored because we had to learn, as always. I was heading to lunch, my favorite part of the day and my best friend Frank came up to me.

One of the greatest moments happened when I was in the eighth grade. It was when I started wearing the hijab for sure and I lost a lot of my friends. I felt really lonely and I started sitting by myself during lunch for the first time ever. I stopped getting invited to birthday parties and whatnot. One day during my English class two of my friends that weren’t talking to me at the time came up to me and told me they supported my decision. They explained to me how hard it was for them because they’ve never seen me with the hijab, but they also wanted to try it because it was new to them. My English teacher, Mrs. Fernald overheard us talking and said: “why don’t you bring us hijabs tomorrow, we’ll wear it with you”. I was really excited and was so happy that I started getting teary simple because I felt good to know that I wasn’t alone. The next day I brought them hijabs and put it on for them and we took a picture together. That picture still means the world to me. I started wearing the hijab because I felt like it was the right thing to do, but it was a hard transition. My friends kept telling me to take it off and kept asking if I was having a bad hair day. It was hard for me to explain it to them because they kept asking why now? It was hard to explain it to them in general. That moment showed me that my hijab wasn’t stopping me from doing anything and that people would support me if I showed them that my hijab didn’t change who I am.

After first and second period there was my math class. And math classes in the sixth