My First Day At High School

The week leading up the first day of high school I was really excited. I could not wait to see all my old friends and the ones I had made in the previous school year. I could not wait to get back into a daily routine. On the night prior to the first day I got a great nights rest. I was walking in confident that it was going to be a great day and a great overall year. I got to meet all my teachers and they all seem amazing. I can already tell that it is going to be a great year. I can already tell high school is going surpass middle school and elementary school by far. The amount of class options seem unending I can not wait to try psychology next year. I wish there was more room in my schedule so I could take more classes, or having an optional zero or eighth period so I could take extra classes. I know that I am on the path for success and it is my peers, teachers, and the Owen J. Roberts school district curriculum that helped is helping me walk down that path.

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

So you convince yourself it’s going to be great, then you walk through the door, new faces everywhere you turn. You realize you weren’t prepared for the amount of students you were going to see. It almost isn’t fair that the friend group you have is so small and you can’t find any of them. So you start to think back to your middle school and elementary school days hoping someone comes to mind. You spot a familiar and welcoming smile so you start talking, you both sense the awkwardness since you haven’t seen each other in so long. You look around, even though it’s the first day you're surprised to see everyone already has their groups. Then the bell rings and you're ready to see who's in your first class.

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

It was two weeks before my first day of highschool when I started my first college class. I was signed up for an American History class to see what college would be like. My school tried to talk me out of enrolling in the P.S.E.O program because of how many high school freshmen fail classes in their first semester. The school’s suggestion was that I should wait until I was a Junior because then I would be ready for the difficulty of college classes. However, what my counselors didn’t tell me was that most of the freshmen who fail in P.S.E.O classes fail because they don’t know how to study for the tests.

Fahima woke up before her alarm went off. Today was a big day. It was her first day as a second grader at her new school, East Pennsboro Elementary. She got out of bed, brushed her teeth, got dressed, and put on her headscarf.

Today is my first day of high school and I don't think that I am prepared for the workload of all these honors classes, but I think that I may be able to find my high school sweetheart before the school year is over with. As I was walking through the hallway, I dropped all of my books on the ground and a guy named Terry came and helped me pick my books up. When our eyes met, it felt like love at first sight. I never knew that existed until I met him…

It was a cold, dreary, January morning-- the first day back from Christmas Break. This one was different than past years though, as I find myself driving on I-10 and foreign roads, to my new high school.

The first day of school as a freshman is always an exciting and nerve-racking time for most freshmen. You’re making that big transition from middle school to high school, and you’re excited to start this new life and see what it should offer. I was always told by my older sister to always be open to meeting new people and new ideas my freshman year. The part she forgot to warn me about was that I would possibly lose friends, and sadly, I did. As a freshman I learned quickly that some people change when they enter high school, that the peer pressure of fitting in is hard on some freshman and it causes them to do drastic things for “popularity”. I learned a valuable lesson my first week of freshman year and it has stuck with me for my entire high school career and it was to always be yourself, and never try too hard to fit in.

I have already been in UH Hilo for three days. During my time here, I have had a few struggles as a freshman, such as looking for textbooks, finding a seat in a crowded room, lacking the necessary items, and most of all, getting lost. It always seems to happen to me on my first day in a new environment. On my first day of high school, I had to get security to drive me to my classes because I was late from searching in the wrong place. Then when I had changed high schools, I was so close to staying in the wrong classroom, if not a classmate of mine told me. Soon, I had graduated from high school, and the process of being confused and lost started all over again. I am sure most students go through this struggle, unless they took a campus tour before. However, there are still ways that we can make it easier for all of us. The solutions range from signs to maps to a helping hand of a fellow student.

ARHH! Thinking back about my first day of high school seems like a dream. I remembered it clearly the night before school started, I have butterflies all over my stomach and my body filled with excitement and a big force of energy. I walked to school with my pals and when we saw middle schoolers walking pass by, We felt so proud into thinking that finally, we are not middle schoolers anymore. I walked in front of the ebony gate of our new home and saw innumerable of students, the face of students that I have never seen before. Suddenly, my heart started to skip a beat continuously and my chest felt very intense just like an electric shock.The thought of having a class with a bunch of strangers worries me and I prayed that I would have a class with at least someone I knew.The school’s building looks like a college campus and it seems ages since they’ve constructed it. As I skim through the building, I could see the crack and teeny tiny holes on the walls as if a violent earthquake has just erupted.They painted the walls with deep ocean and rich creamy red. After I got my schedule, my peers ran towards me to take a look at my schedule. Sigh*.Sadly, none of them was in my class because most of them took regular and easier classes while I got all those honors and challenging classes. I went to my first period knowing that I would be alone.

The day started off pretty good, the birds were chirping, the grass was green, it was a beautiful August morning. I was listening to my happy, epithalamic, and soothing music before I had to leave. It was the first day of school, we had just moved to Parma from Seattle Washington. I never really had trouble with making friends, so I was fervid to meet new people. The city seemed perfect for me. I felt untrammeled and joyous in my new neighborhood. The city gave me a great aesthetic pleasure. I expected the school to feel the same. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

The first day is always the hardest. You go from being the leaders of the school, to the babies of the school.

It was that gut-wrenching feeling like there was something stuck in your throat, something itching to come out. It felt as if I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t look anyone in the eye I felt so shameful. Something was weighing so heavily on my tongue and kept appearing in my mind. That thing was the truth.

On the first day of school I woke up at 6:30 a.m. to my alarm clock. I woke up and got dressed, in which I wore dark blue jeans, and a buttoned up shirt which I wore tucked in. I brushed my hair thoroughly and left it down. Then, My Dad drove me to school, and walked me up to the door. We said goodbye, I gave him a kiss, and then I walked not my new adventure. When I walked into the school, I headed to the old gym, in which I went looking for my friend. When I found my friend, Izzy, we hugged each other and jumped up and down out of pure excitement. After we talked for a few moments the bell rang and we headed for the exit. As we passed through the hallway I noticed that the white board in the hallway said to report to your home room