My First Day At School

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Mr.Evans told us about what we would be doing this year in there. My last class was ELA. She let us sit wherever we wanted, but changed her mind very soon because it didn’t work out. She told us about the class and what we were going to do. Then the bell rang and everyone rushed down the hallway to get to their lockers. Finally I arrived at my locker and got my stuff and walked out of the locker area and exited the school and went to look for my bus. I finally found the bus and then sat in the back with my friends. The bus was hot because there were a lot of people on this bus and it was crowded.The bus ride wasn’t that long. It was at least 30 minutes.We talked on the bus about the first day school and about how it was going to be this year and was it going to be a better year than last year not that last year wasn’t bad and we also had some fun on the bus but a few months later we didn’t know we were getting seats by the bus driver.The bus finally arrived at my bus stop and I picked up my stuff and said bye to the people on my bus and then I got off the bus and went to my house and walked in the house and that was when my first day of 7th grade ended and it wasn’t an exciting day because we didn’t do that

The Second day of school, I had to go myself on a school bus. My uncle dropped me at bus stop. I was hoping someone to help me. I was really scared on the first day of school officially. I didn’t know English. I was not exactly sure what to do. Everything was new for me, coming to a new country, going to a new school, and the new language. All students knew each other it seemed like I was the only person who didn’t know anyone. I tried to stop thinking about all this, and kept walking straight down the hallway. That’s when a teacher came to me and gave me a paper. The paper had some writing on it. It said, “Welcome to USA” in my language, Gujarati. That made me happy and comfortable. However, the teacher didn’t know Gujarati; she just used

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.

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.

“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.

“Lub dub lub dub lub dub” That was the sound of my heart pounding out of my chest at 8 O’clock in the morning of September 6th. This was not just another Orthodox day. This unholy day signified the end of summer and the beginning of students despondency: School. I laid my right hand firmly on my chest, in efforts of stopping my alarming heart beat from waking up my cousin that was gracefully sleeping just 7 foot away. I tried in vain to imagine jubilant experiences at American Public schools, which I had obtained from books to make me feel less nervous. I held on to books by Maya Angelou, Harper Lee, and other great authors to familiarize myself with the complex American culture.

Oh, no! That just isn’t right. I’m Laurie and I am going to tell you what really happened the year I went to kindergarten. As I was headed out the door with my new blue jeans with a belt my aunt got me as a present for my birthday this was unusual because I usually wear corduroy overalls with bibs. Anyways as the older girl next door she was distracting me from my mom because she wanted to know what day it was. As i passed the corner I realized I forgot to stop and wave good-bye to me. As we were few steps from the crossing guard to go onto campus, I see the clouds darkening and air . I left the girl walk with her friends I quickly try to run as fast as I can too not be late for my first day of school, but I heard a noise in the corner where I was suppose to turn and then I found myself in an alleyway between a Home Depot and Stater Bros. I looked at the sewer lid then boom! Lighting hit the the stop sign nearby seeing it burn up. As I looked back at the lid It was open with the lid on the side of the road. Then I felt a slight touch on my shoulder. I turn back and see me. He said “ You are my ticket to the good life”

Anyone of us who has ever attended at school, we will surely never forget the first day at school. For me, I still remembered my first day at school because that is a memorable day in my life. Also, that was a special day because it was the first day that I discover a new environment around me. There are many things I had never known in this new environment, so I felt very nervous because I did not know anything. Furthermore, in my heart, I feel eager to explore the surroundings and excited to get familiar with new friends. In addition, I can learn a lot of new things at school which helped me expand my knowledge.

My time at Life School was very eventful, and I will remember them for the rest of my life. My first day at life school was very eventful though i made a name for myself. I started at Life School Lancaster in the third grade, and i came about a month after school started because i transferred from a different school. I got into trouble and they gave me a tally which is just something to show you did something they didn't like. At first i thought i was getting kicked out, but through time i learned it wasn't. In elementary school I wasn't the best kid and i had a couple of friends at the time, some of which i still am friends with now. At the end of my elementary school I became a bit of antisocial due to bullying.

It’s August 18th, the first day of school. Many children are not as eager to start classes, as they are to catch up with classmates after the summer. Students then begin to leave the courtyard and explore the route to their first class; memories of last year’s terrible lunch menus resurface, and schedules are then eagerly exchanged amongst friends in effort to revel in the success of the perfect schedule. Generally, first period comes equipped with the perfect group of friends, the easiest course, and most importantly, the laziest “pushover” teacher. Unfortunately, for students assigned to her classroom, this first day of school will leave a lasting impression on the minds of 30 multicultural/diverse students in tenth grade English. She opens her classroom door; the new 10th grade teachers’ walls are covered with things to look at, things to provoke inspiration. She provides an introduction, one of her person, as well as one of her classroom’s conduct and expectations; the new tenth grade teacher then asks a student to volunteer sitting in her eclectically upholstered Indian fabric bearing chair in the middle of the classroom,and with an impressionable smile says, “your turn”.

Since September, my AP Language experience has drastically changed paths many times. This class has challenged me mentally, yet is not the hardest and most challenging thing I have ever done. I came into the year, and the class, with a relatively open-mind, but majorly underestimated my writing abilities. Since that ill-fated September day, the first day of school, I have gained an exceptional amount of confidence when it comes to my writing abilities. Needless to say, I definitely feel challenged this year, which was much overdue. It was an adjustment from just being able to whip up an essay up from nothing, to having to critically think about what I was writing. This year, has definitely pushed me as a writer, and I feel as though I have gained a vast repertoire of writing strategies. Overall, I would rank the class at a medium level of difficulty, as I do not find it easy, but it is also not impossible. In terms of overall experiences, I am beyond satisfied with my growth and the time that is devoted to developing our skills. I was elated beyond belief when I started the year out at a 6/9, because I had doubted my abilities and did not think that was remotely achievable. Additionally, the amount of time and practice that we do to develop and maintain new skills is phenomenal, because it allows me to use all the new techniques in my everyday writing.

Do you remember your first day of school? I think we all had mized emotions that first day. For some of us we were scared, not really knowing what it was going to be like. For others, it was exciting, they wanted to start this new chapter in their lives. So how are you feeling now? For some of you, you may be feeling happy. Others here probably feel relieved. Still, others here may feel sad that this chapter of their life has come to a close. Well, no matter how you felt the first day and no matter how you felt the last day, you have been through a lot these last few years. You have made it through troubling math problems, long essays, and piles of homework. Yet, you all made it here. You never gave up, you never wanted to take the easy way out. For some of us, it could've been just as easy to go get another form of a high school degree or even quit school all together. You didn't do that! You were strong, you made it through it all. Still, it wasn't always hard. We have experienced good times these last few years as well. No doubt you have made good friends, aced hard exams, and hopefully now have a new perspective on life. Truly, there is not much different from school life, and life in general. In life there will be times to knock us down. We enjoy the good times but we also prepare for the bad times. How can we take what we learned from school to help us in life? We made it to the end of school and what a happy day this is! So how do we make it to the end of life with that same smile on our face? How will we make it through the hard times we are sure to face? We are going to answer these questions through this speech.

Ring, ring, ring, the school bell goes off. “My first day of school and I’m already late I tell myself.” As I run up to the school doors I can see all of the teachers closing their doors ready to start the day. Luckily my class is still open and I run inside throw my things in my locker and make it to my classroom just as my teachers closes her doors. It was just like any normal year but that’s about to change.