My First Day At School

It was a bright, beautiful morning. My first day of middle school, I was so nervous! I was ready. I got up out of my bed, grabbed my cute flowered dress and white sandals, got dressed, and looked awesome. Well, that's what I thought. When I went upstairs, my nanny looked at me and said “you look so cute!” Sadly, my mom wasn’t there for my first day, but she texted me and said “hope your first day goes great. Love you!”. I went to the kitchen where I saw my sisters looking all pretty and stylish. They looked at me and said “You look adorable, are you ready?” I said “yes” apprehensively. I grabbed a granola bar and was off to school. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to start middle school, but I knew I had to. So, I tried to walk in with confidence.

It was just another regular Tuesday morning; the sun was out shinning bright, wind howling, birds singing it was just simply a beautiful day. I was excited to find out my graduation was less than 6 months away. I’d always drive to school as soon as I had my car and was able to start driving. Just like another regular day at Haines City High School I went to all my classes which were just four daily. Thought out the day I was in a bad mood, not because something happened but for the reason that I was not able to sleep all through the night. I woke up moody and not in the mood for school I was driving sleepy which I should not have been doing in the first place. As soon as the bell rang for lunch which also meant if you had a car you could leaving during lunch, I left still sleepy; as I’m driving down the street there is construction so I stopped as the stop sign. When I look I started to drive off when all the sudden I hear a beeping and I look and it was too late. The women hit me head on, I was so mad at angry, nervous that I did not

I took my seat after the bell had rung waiting for my teachers instruction. Today was the day I dreaded the most, grade check’s. My teacher called us up to her desk one by one, it felt like I was being called to the judge's bench. The room was dim; the only light came from tall white lamps in each corner of the room. I could hear each person breathing heavy, there were only ten of us. I picked up my head and looked around the room. Everyone sat twiddling their thumbs waiting their turn anxiously. A girl at the end of the table had her head resting in her hands while breathing deeply. The teacher called her name, and I felt my stomach turn upside down; I was scared for her. As her grades were read aloud tears rolled down her face. She returned to her seat defeated. Her sister sat right next to her shaking her head in disappointment. Her sister began to scold her in front of the class telling her how

It was the morning of the first day back to school. I was a bit nervous, but excited at the same time. I did not know what to expect, but I was very anxious to try something new. I had been homeschooled since third grade, so I wasn’t expecting to know anyone. As we drove up to the entrance, all of a sudden my heart starts racing. I didn’t want to get out of

The doubts I had turned out to just be thoughts in my head. This warm, sunny morning I could feel my heart beating through my chest. My hand was shaking as I opened the door of my mom’s car. I felt like time was going by slow and I wanted everything to be over. I arrived and it didn’t seem much like a school. A building with not many windows, doors, and no kind of sign it was a school. A gray striped building that kind of looked like a warehouse. The parking lot was massive; it was big compared to the school. As I walked in through the main entrance, I felt this was already a miserable start to the worst school year in my life. I got to my class and sat down. I felt people’s eyes staring at me strangely. The situation already felt awkward

I was excited about orchestra because playing the violin interested me. Unfortunately, all we did in class was talk about procedures. My final class was art, but we did the same thing as all the other classes. When my final class was done, I had to go find my bus. I couldn’t find my bus number so I had to ask one of the teachers outside helping the students. “Could you help me find my bus? It’s number 312.” She replied, “Your bus is all the way at the front of the line.” I thanked her and went on my way. When I got onto the bus, it was nearly full which was weird because in the morning there weren’t many people on the bus. I decided to take a seat next to a student in my math class named Randy. I said, “Hi Randy. How was your first day of school?” He replied, “It was super boring.” We talked until I arrived at my stop. I got off and went to my house. My mom greeted me at the door. “How was your first day of school?” she asked. I replied, “I accidently went to the wrong class, but I made some new friends. River Trail Middle School wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. I guess sometimes new things aren’t always

I had woken up early and couldn’t think of anything else but how is my new school going to be like. My official language is Hindi which was my previous school’s language too. I was also happy because we didn’t have any uniform policy so I wore a navy-blue shirt and black jeans. First, let me tell you about my English language, I could only understand basic English works and few greetings. When I entered the school, I asked this over-weighted short guy, “where Office?” then he guided me right across the entrance, so rushed right into it since I was a little late. I gave the counselor my name and she asked me if I had my schedule. Everything she said was going above my head. I didn’t

Zach is in his moms van driving to his new school. He had just moved to Menomonee Falls from his old home in New York. This would be his very first day of high school, he was nervous and was wishing he could be in new york going to school with his friends. The car then came to an abrupt stopped. He grabbed his backpack from the back seat. His mom than said “Have a great day at school. I love you.” Zach then replied with “Thanks, Love you too.” He hopped out of the car and walked into the huge school. Then he pulled a crumpled note out of his pocket and look at it. It was his locker number and combination. After 5 minutes of looking for his locker he found his beat up paint chipped locker. Zach grabbed the lock and put in the combination. The locker swung open with force. He quickly put his bag in it and than slammed it shut. Zach then looked at the clock and saw the time, he only had 2 minutes to get to his class. He ran to his class as fast as he could. He entered the class and saw an old balding man with blue polo and brown pants. Zach sat down it the first seat available, it was next to a boy that looked to be his age. The boy was wearing a stained yellow shirt and purple shorts. He had on a pair of glasses on and acne all over. The boy then turned to Zach and said “Hey you look new, I am Alex. What’s your name?” Zach responded by saying “I am Zach, and yeah I am new. I just moved from New York.” Alex said, “Oh that's cool” but then was cut off by the teacher. The teacher

My desk felt cold as I lay my head down. The teacher droned on about something you could tell my fellow students did not care about. Then it happened. What we have all been waiting for. The bell rang for school to be over and everyone bolted for their

“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.

It was the beginning of August 2015. My stomach had a pit of worry in it. I felt as if I had food poisoning. I knew it was nearly time to get up and get ready. My mom came into my dark bedroom and shook me gently. However, being so worried, the gentle shook felt like an earthquake. She said in a quiet and soothing tone,”Leah, it’s time to get ready for your first day of Middle School!” There is no way that I was going to go to Middle School!

It was 7 AM I felt a tap on my shoulder . I’m slowly open my eyes it was blurry all I could see was my mom's beautiful smile I tossed and I turned and she just laughed because the hell I didn't want to get up that morning. It was my first day at a new school I looked over to the right and I can see my outfit on my desk chair, “ my mom can tell I was pissed so she looked over at me and asked, “what's wrong I thought you would be excited new school new start”! I explain to my mom that starting school wasn't the happiest time for me but I'll try my best to smile every now and then? I mean it is what it is isn't it. as my mom so he exited my room I began to get out to start getting ready, I put on the outfit . that I sit out the night before. I then walked over to the bathroom and started brushing my teeth and washing my face I put my hair in in this ugly ponytail but I honestly couldn't care less about the way I looked. I walked back into my room and stuff and put on my new shoes that my mom insisted that we would buy. as

Today was the day I said to myself as I got out of the bed to turn my alarm off. It was time for me to start getting ready for my very first day of middle school at Holy Trinity Catholic Middle School. I quickly ran to the bathroom to take a shower and to brush my teeth. After I got out of the bathroom, I went to my closet and put on my school uniform. The school uniform was a dark blue- collard shirt and some khaki shorts. After putting on my uniform, I ran downstairs to the delicious smell of pancakes and eggs cooking for breakfast. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw a plate with a stack of pancakes covered in maple syrup and some scrambled eggs. As I sat down to eat I realized I had forgotten to grab my backpack out of the closet. When I went to grab my backpack out the closet I noticed that it was kinda heavy. When I looked inside, it was filled with binders,papers,and other school utensils that mom put inside it. After I grabbed my backpack I ran downstairs so I could finish eating breakfast before I caught the bus for school. When I finished my breakfast, my mom said it was time for me to catch the bus for school. So I threw my plate away and ran outside to the garage to hop into my mom’s car. Before we pulled out my mom said ‘‘Mitchell do you have all your stuff for your first day of school?’’ I said ‘‘Yes mom I have all my stuff for school.’’ My mom then backed out of the driveway and proceed to then take me to the bus top, which at the Siskey YMCA, which was

The flash was blinding to my eyes. Thinking to myself, I hate pictures. Today was my first day of second grade in a new school. Not knowing anyone in the second grade scared me quite a bit. I have so many worries!!! Will I get lost? Will I make new friends? Will my teacher be mean? “Get in the car.” said mom. “I don’t want to go” as tears roll down my cheeks. Looking out the window on my ride to school, I could only think of negative thoughts. As I stopped crying my mom finally has a chance to talk to me she said “have a good day sweetie, today will be great!” I did not know that at that second but soon I would. Walking into the classroom, I find my name on one of the desks. As I take my seat the teacher walks up and says “You can go outside if you want and play with the other kids.” Getting up from my seat this girl says “Hey you want to be my friend?” “Sure!” I said. “What's your name?” “Miranda” she said. So for the rest of the day we talked and laughed and before we knew it, it was time to go home. Right as I walked in the door my mom was there to greet me. I told her all about my day and how I want to go back already and how this year is going to be great!

It was another hot day in the month of August. As I gingerly stepped out of the baby blue Toyota Avalon, my forehead was already forming little droplets of sweat. But I wasn’t perspiring because of the humidity levels it was for the fact that I was about to start my first day at a new school. It’s an intimidating experience going to school with people you don’t know but it’s also worthwhile because we have the chance to make new friends. Anyway, as I stepped into the, “newly renovated,” building I was utterly disappointed with the size of it. On the outside it looked like a decent size building but that was not the case inside. After analyzing the building I quickly shrugged my shoulders and walked upstairs to my homeroom. As I reached the room my nostrils sensed a foul smell. This scent carried a mixture of bleach, sweat, and nature. So while I was trying to avoid smelling this awful scent a short, husky kid about my age walked towards me. This kid name was Jordan and he was mess. First of all, this kid stunk, he had a small bleach stain on his shorts, his Jordan’s were fake, and his hair was just nappy. So as Jordan started to approach me I was trying to look for a way to avoid him. Unfortunately, that didn 't happen so he started talking to me. From that little conversation we had I could tell this dude was pretty chill. So I hung out with him and that day had to be one the best school days in my life. The funny thing is, I realized this kid I was already judging before