My First Day At Olympia High School

Growing up I was known to be a very shy child. I was too scared to talk to anyone and I was very reserved. I always have cared about what people thought about me. I didn’t want to wear “boy” clothes because I worried kids would make fun of me. I didn’t even make close friends until fifth grade. When I did finally feel comfortable at school and found amazing friends, I decided to switch schools shortly after for a chance at new opportunities. It lead me to standing alone in a crowded high school while I waited for that first bell to ring, so I could head to my first period class.

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.

You're so nervous and excited for your first day of high school EVER, you barely got any sleep and you're already wide awake by the time your alarm, was supposed to go off, but it didn’t You start getting ready, hair, face, outfit. Oh and speaking of outfits, you probably have yours planned out a month before school started. You have to walk to the bus stop and when your bus arrives you are in shock, it is full of kids from every grade possible, it's a mixing bowl, a bit of freshman, with 2 teaspoons of sophomores and a cup of junior and a little sprinkle of seniors. You scan it to see if your friends are on the bus but as usual, you are a loner so you sit in the 3 row. Your first mistake happened already, you sat in the boys’ section and soon later, you realize your mistake, so you just slowly go to the girls’ section hoping no one realized it.

Plip Plop goes the pitter patter of the rain on the freshly cut grass on the sidewalk leading to the inside of the school. I walk slowly to my locker as my friends and I talk about the football game that was going to be playing after school. I open my locker and grab my books out of it. I shove my fat backpack and heavy jacket into it and run before the first bell rings. I plop my books onto the desk next to Samantha Miller, the most popular girl in school. She instantly starts talking. Especially first period. Social Studies is the worst to have in the morning. Getting up early in the morning, to come to school all groggy only to hear about a bunch of old dead people who apparently just couldn’t stop asking for freedom. Like STOP LIVING IN THE PAST.

In the school year of 2015-2016, I am a high school student now. I should be excited for this upcoming school. However, I felt nervous about this school year. I lay in my bed until my mom called me many times. After eating my wonderful breakfast, my mom and younger sister asked to get ready for school. I didn’t want to change my pajama. My dad called me from the downstair, “Iris, hurry up. It is time to school now.” I was unhappy to get out of my room. Even though I have been in the Memorial High School many times before this school year, I was afraid of being in my first day of school.

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

I tried to blink in my tears, because the last thing I wanted was to end up crying like a loser on the first day of school. "Mom, I'll be fine.". I certainly was not fine. I was anything, but fine. I took a long, deep breath as my eyes met the sight of Johnson, an enormous school with kids bustling in and out like bees. I knew I was in for something big, but big doesn't always mean better, right? Time was ticking by, and I had an obnoxious feeling luring in my stomach, worse than any type of butterflies. I turned on my music, completely redid my hair and started tapping on the dashboard with my nails. Oh gosh, I literally was doing everything to get my mind off going to school. However, that became quite impossible when my mom stopped the car in front of the main entrance of high school. I was so close to pinching myself, hoping that this was some messed up dream. But it was, unfortunately, reality. After observing a bit, I couldn't help but laugh at the diversity of all the kids that were walking in. Some were jumping with joy, others laughing for what seemed to me no apparent reason, and some who hunched as they sluggishly walked

As the story goes, it was my first day as a freshman at Poplar Bluff High School. As I stepped off the bus to my new school, I found myself unfamiliar and nervous. My first instinct was to find my friends on such a wide campus, but, class would be starting soon so I wouldn’t have time. “Guess I will just get to my first class early”, I thought to myself while walking in the shivering, cold weather.

Everybody has a turning point in their life. For me, my turning point was on an April 23 2015, Is the day, which I Can't forget during my life.that day I stepped into America the dream place of people. I have lots of experience here . One of my best experiences, separate itself from all the rest.was the first day In Dulles high school.

It was particularly warm that September, warmer than most autumn days, the leaves were beginning to change into a brilliant array of reds, and oranges, and yellows. They fell to the ground, turning the once grey cement of the sidewalks into pathways full of leaves and full of color. The sun peaked just above the horizon, shining its brilliant light onto the nearly rainbow like appearance of the trees. It was nothing other than beautiful and I would have been able to enjoy it more if I wasn’t already absolutely dreading the next few hours. The rising of the sun marked the start of the day, and this wasn’t just any day. This was September 8th, the first day of my Sophomore year. My first day at a new and completely unfamiliar school.

It was just one normal day of you know having to come to Juniata High School then having to go home and get ready for work. Once, I got to my grams house to pick my brother and sister up from school I found out her dog had puppies. So, of course being me I just had to go see these puppies. As I'm walking down my gram yells down at me and says don't touch them like you can't touch them till they're older. Well, I got really upset because I just wanted to pick one of these little puppies up and hold them. So, about 2-3 months after the puppies were born I went back out to my grams and right away I ran down to the puppies I mean of course who wouldnt when you know theres puppies down there. When i got down there I could see that they were older

It was a cool, crisp winter morning. I walked into Lincoln middle school and I heard my parents wish me luck. I took a deep breath and I walked through the entrance. My coat sleeves flopped around, empty. My boots clunked on the tile floors. I am not going to have fun here. School has never been enjoyable for me, I mean first of all I have to talk to a computer most of the time. And everyone, I mean everyone stares. A hard, cold stare that gave me chills the first time I received it. Oh, and if I haven’t mentioned yet, I don’t have any arms.

If given the ability to travel back in time to my first day at Westside High School, and I was able to change my high school experience with advice to my freshman self, I would leave him with these five pieces of advice: sit on the right side of the gym, get involved with a team sport, study/do homework, be more cynical of the people he considered his “best” friends, and enjoy the underclassman years as much as possible. I wouldn’t want to completely remodel my high school years because I am pleased with how things turned out for me. However, it would be arrogant to say that I wouldn’t change a thing, and that I did everything right the first time around. If given this opportunity, I would do my best to tell myself said things in order to create a better version of myself. A version that is more (1) timely, (2) goal oriented, (3) responsible, (4) college prepared and (5) perspicacious.

I remembereded the first day I started high school, I was so nervous. As a kid, I always remember I would have an anxiety problem for almost every little thing. I wake every morning nauseated even though there was nothing to worry about because I mean after all it was just school. I remember thinking damn, I just got out of middle school here goes another 4 long year of going to school. But what I didn’t know was that those years would go by so fast. After all, like everyone says, a lot happens in 4years. On my first day everything was going fine. I had made new friends, so far I liked all my teachers, and I got into this Culinary Arts class that I didn’t even know I liked. I learned so much in Culinary. Everyday I would go in excited to

I was packing my backpack with all my new school supplies as my mom walked into my room, "Victor, make sure you set an alarm for tomorrow morning. You cannot miss the bus on your first day at Taylor Road Middle School." "I know, Mom" I quickly responded. I put the last box of crayons in the front pocket and zipped the backpack up. I got in bed and began to doze off, thinking to myself, "My classes are going to be a breeze this year. My teachers seem nice, I like the school, and I've already met some new people―what could possibly go wrong?"