My First Day At School

Gianna was so happy it was finally the last day of 9th grade before summer break. She was already making plans with her best friend Kaylee, and couldn’t wait till 3 o’clock for school to be over. Her Mom had agreed to take her to take her to the mall and let her get a new outfit for making it on the honor role. The best part of going to the mall was finally getting to spend some some time with her Mom without Grayson and Grace interrupting. So when the bell rang for seventh to come to an end she sprung out of her chair, and couldn’t wait to get on the bus.

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

Today is the first day of school. I wake up and go outside to feed my pigs and my chickens. They eat up then, I go inside for a delicious breakfast. After I eat, I get dressed in my, what I thought was cute at the time, clothes.

Dinner on the first day was a fest to celebrate our first day at Danville Academy. Though curfew had been set earlier. James, Fred, Shawn, and I were the last ones out the hall. We did not talk much as we were tired. The next week went about the same other than the fact Mr.Jackson picked on almost every kid in the classroom. Someone even started crying in class the middle of the week. It had been about two weeks when the first kidnapping accord.

On a stormy Monday morning, a girl wakes up and barely drags herself out of bed and forces her small feet across the hallway and into the bathroom. The girl steps on top of her step stool and stares back at the mirror. With tired eyes she stares at the dark skin, dark eyes, and dark cornrows covered with her favorite colorful hair beads, looking back at her. She smiles at her rainbow colored hair and shakes her head with a giggle as she hears the beads shake around, going about her morning routine as usual. She brushes her teeth with her Disney princess toothbrush, showers, gets dressed and gets ready for another day.

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?"

It had begun. His first day and year in high school. He was already missing his old friends and school. The halls seemed like a void he had to go through every day. As the snow outside began to melt he realized he was all alone. No sooner had weeks passed and he had managed to made a few friends, to bad they were nothing like his old ones. He started getting into the routine of things since he moved. His mom has been trying to look for a job so she is always home and on the computer trying to find one. His dad is going to start working overtime until his mom finds a job so he doesn't get to see his dad so much anymore. All considering he was almost all alone. “Is this a good thing or a bad thing?” He thought. He did enjoy alone time because his parents didn't yell at him every five minutes to get off his butt, stop playing games, and go outside, but at the same time he would probably be dead without them

The shrill bell rings throughout Cambridge-Isanti High School at 2:50 p.m. signaling the end of a school day. Among the crowded halls full of students trying to leave as quickly as possible, Rachel leisurely heads to where she plans on meeting her friends: Sadie, Molly, and Payton. With the background noise of lockers opening and closing as well as the people chatting around her, Rachel says goodbye to her classmates and grabs her black and white Under Armour backpack from Mrs.Hennen's prep room as she greets her friends, so they all can go to swimming practice together. “We always have met up there,” Rachel says, “it's a tradition.”

Today is the first day of my sophomore year. This will be a great year! I think to myself as I get on my bus. The bus ride was always my favorite part of the day. Even though it was bumpy and loud. I mostly sit in silence, but this year i’m gonna put myself out there. I stand up so I could put my feet under me at the third stop. Glancing around i see a lot of people who were in the same grade as me. None of them knew me.

“Unde?” I replied, wondering where he wanted me to go. What I didn’t realize was that he was saying ‘Hi!’, a common American greeting, and not requesting to come with him.

I stood there firmly and unchanging. My blouse became a sponge as I begged and pleaded not to go inside. "Quiet down Christine! We're in public!,” said my mom. As two women reached for my arms, I grabbed a nearby pole and latched onto the ground. With no success, my concrete feet were being forced beyond the doors and there was nothing I could do. My spirit was drowned out by the roaring inside as the weight of defeat fell heavy on my shoulders. It was my first day of school in a new suburban community and district known as Alief.

I cried and cried but my mom insisted, “You have to go.” I whined back, “ I don’t want to!” Everyone was already in the car ready to go, and I refused to leave my home for eight hours without my mom there with me. I eventually gave in and got in the car with my older sister, and brother.

It was the first day of school, both tired and excited. I didn’t want to get up, wishing that I

It was a Thursday night in the middle of March, as I pull into the school parking lot. I can see that there are mounds of suitcases and over stuffed duffle bags lined up on the faint lit sidewalks. I jumped out of the car with eagerness when I saw my friends waiting for me by the curb line. We leap with joy because; we knew that this was going to be one of the best trips of our final year in high school. The trip meant so much to us; we needed to be away from stress filled environment that is known as school.

In the silent neighborhood of Beall Avenue in Rockville, the alarm echoed for the fifth time to alert me that it was about five AM in the morning. It was June eighth, the day that I had been anticipating since I began ninth grade four years ago. High school graduation was finally here. My best friend and I got up quickly and started our day. Agnes applied foundation on my rough face and filled in my eyebrows. My lips were painted with rosy mauve and my smooth cheekbones illuminated. My hair was curled and I was ready to leave my best friend’s house. The birds chirped and slow R&B jams played from my car speakers as I made my way to my place. I parked my car, turned the lock, and witness a mess before me. No one was ready.