My First Day At A New School

I never thought I would be the new kid. The town I grew up in had one broken street of small family shops and restaurants. The school I went to had one hallway of classes taught by teachers I knew by first name. The house I lived in had one neighbor who lived a mile down the road, with nothing else but corn on either side. Then suddenly, it seemed like my life changed in an instant. Two years ago, I had to leave my hometown, say goodbye to the house I grew up in, and worst of all, start a new school in the middle of the year. I dreaded my first day at Logan High School seemingly more than anything ever before.

When I woke up this morning, I was extremely nervous. Among my close friends and family, I

I walk in with my heart rate skyrocketing, and stomach is churning. It’s a new start to my sophomore year. That is what I need, a place where no one knows me or what I have done. I walk into the office to get my locker number and schedule. “Hi, I, uh am here for my schedule.” The lady at the desk gave me a strange look “Oh you’re the new kid Philip right?”. I nodded, I hate when people call me Philip it makes me sound like an old guy, like old people are nice but I’m not old, now I feel bad for old people. “Alright deary here you go.” She smiles while handing me my combo and schedule. “Thank you.” I walk out and head to the my first class. I walked to my class, I was standing in front of the door to scared to open it, I’m just so nervous what if no one likes me. I decided to open it and within a second all eyes were on me, but only one stood out. They belonged to this boy who had a fringe like mine and eyes that can make anyone melt. “Class this is the new student Philip” the teacher said taking my attention off the boy, “Oh ya hi, but I go by phil not Philip, sorry it just sounds like a

Imagine a group of kids are walking down the street heading to school and all the sudden something falls from the tree. As the group looks up they find it to be a brownish oddly shaped leaf has fallen from the tree above. Once everyone notices they can consider that the leaves are now falling and the season of fall is about to be approaching.

High school was the worst place ever. There were your jocks, the cool kids, the smart kids, and then you have me. I was the shy, quiet kid with no one to talk too. It felt like my life was already over. Also, there was the fact that my parents got new jobs and I had to move to Georgia and leave all my friends terrified me. How was I supposed to make it in a new state and school without the ones I grew up with? It was my first day at Eastside High School the best school in Newton County according to the parents. As soon as I walked through the doors, I immediately felt my blood to crawl. The hairs on my arms and neck stood tall. I had never felt so out of place in my life before, and I had four years of this feeling.

Highschool, what everyone seems to look forward to, till the day comes. As an incoming freshman many questions come - Will my friends still be there after summer that I haven’t seen? Is it as hard as others say it is? Will I have friends in my classes? Will the teachers like me? As hard as it seems once you realize that almost everyone around you is wondering the same things there is really no reason to worry.

The ride could not have felt any longer, as I kept checking my watch. The driver looked at me in the mirror and said “Don’t worry little lady, you’re not going to be late. Besides, we’re already here! See?” I looked up as we pulled up to the front gates. There it was. My second home for the next five years, Palo Seco Secondary School. The the sight of the broken down, white and rusting school gates made me so incredibly anxious, that I stumbled out of the car clumsily as I exited the taxi in a rush. It was my first day of Junior High.

New school, new people, and new clothes. Everything is going to be different, I was not looking forward to that year. The second I stepped foot in that door, I wanted to run as fast as I could back home. But I couldn’t I had to do this. I walked inside and everyone automatically looked at me. Of course, everyone is in one room right now, I’m the new girl at a small school. What else should I expect, i went and set my stuff down in my home room. When i walked back in all eyes were on me, again. I didn’t like it so I quickly sat down. After we left assembly we had math, i did not like that teacher at all. Even on the first day, she was mean and rude, that really made me nervous because i wanted her to like me but the people in my class said she doesn’t like anyone. Great.

BEEP! BEEP! My alarm went off i knew instantly what today was it was none other than the first day of school the day i have been dreading since summer started but today was not any first day this one was as scary as a beetle because it was the first day of highschool i thought high school was the scariest thing ever because of all the movies and the television shows that i watched they portrayed it as ten percent learning and ninety percent bullying the only people in the shows and movies that got bullied were the nerds and i was a nerd. The stairs creaked as i went down to the kitchen to get some breakfast then my mom stopped me and said “the breakfast at school is free so you're going to eat it” so then we got in the car and my mom drove me to the bus stop and i hated busses it confused me that we were taking the bus when i knew that she could have taken us herself but we had to. The bus made its way to the stop and i got on and to my surprise there were no seats. i tried finding anyone i knew and i had no luck so i had to sit next to two other people when the seats are only able to hold two. When i thought the bus couldn’t get any more crowded we stop at a popular stop and more people get on. The bus would stop a few more times until we got to the high school we were packed like sardines in that bus but then everyone got off we got there pretty late. The doors were wide open and i could see it all it was a big school with big kids. My stomach rumbled and i wondered were

My life has been weird. I’m made fun of by my teachers, kids and parents. I got bullied yesterday by The Brett Anderson, that thinks he’s better than me. I have ragged clothes, old shoes and no electronics at home. Speaking of home, my dad left and I’m stuck with my mother who hates me. She left me when I was young and came back just in time for my 7th grade year which was this year. She left when my dad spent all of his money on the lottery. My mom doesn’t care about me, and she only came back because she loves my dad, but since my dad left she has been a mad wreck. I don't care that my parents hate me. I would rather be alone than bullied by my parents. At school there is no one that cares for me. One day, Mr.Halla (my science teacher) made me stay after class and clean up the room because I sneezed. People don't like me, and that’s a fact. Enough about my past, let's get onto the story.

I hold back a flood of tears, as I reluctantly walk up the unfamiliar block-like steps of the mustard yellow bus, while waving my mother goodbye. I choose an empty, patched up seat close to the bus driver. I can hear the jumbled up voices of many others on the bus, but I cannot understand a single word. I sit alone with my mouth sealed shut with a lump forming in my throat, and I cannot help but feel like the black sheep of the family. This feeling only worsens as I arrive to school, the building with small hallways, white walls, and the scent of pencil shavings and hand sanitizer. I long to play with the rest of the energetic children, but I stay put as I know I won’t understand them and they won’t understand me.

Dark, alone, and scared. This is what I felt my first day in high school. I went from a catholic middle school knowing everyone and their family to a public high school knowing no one. A once popular kid was now an awkward boy wondering around like a lost lamb in a huge school with not one friend. I went on for two in a half years like this before I realized I needed to change, break from my shell, and make friends. Who would of thought that decision would be life changing for me. Deciding to be who I truly am opened doors and created lifelong friends.

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 my final week before summer break came to an end. I hated being the only child, living with my parents, who needed to prepare for the commencement of school. But, what made that thought even worse was having to attend a brand new school. The physical portion of everything was already finished. To start off, I ironed my clothes, bought school supplies, and organized each piece of material I’d need to use on my first day. On the flip side, I was not mentally organized for this new chapter in my life. Being a skinny African American that stands 6 feet tall didn’t help either. Ignoring the burden of wanting to fit in, I finally executed my final task that night, sleeping. The next day, August 17th, started the 2015-2016 school

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.