My First Day At School

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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.

My legs started to tremble as I took my first step into the noisy classroom. The moment I walked in the entire class immediately became extremely quiet. First day of new school is always the hardest, but for me it was a bit different; it wasn’t only a new school but was also a new language a, new country, different races and a total different environment. I couldn’t even say a sentence properly in English, but the worst of it all was the people surrounding me had made me feel like I didn’t exist or as if I didn’t belong among anywhere. I was good in every other subject besides English but that hadn’t mattered because everything revolved around English.

Have you ever met a person that you thought was the worst person in the world, but it turns out to be a blessing in disguise. Well, that is the feeling I got the first day of the 10th grade, when I first met my new homeroom teacher. It was the first day of school, and I was super amped. I was at the High school where I wanted to graduate from. The first day started off as normal as it could be. Everyone was standing around making sure they were being seen in their new fashions. I was more excited than they were, because I was finally able to transfer to the school where all my friends from the old neighborhood attended. This was going to be the best year ever, so I thought. The 8:00 a.m. bell rang for everyone to report to their first class, and as I walked to the door there was a lady standing there smiling and telling everyone entering the door, “Good Morning”. I knew at this point there was about to be a problem. Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not a morning person.

My first day of highschool changed my identity through new environments new teachers new friends and new standards. On the first day of school I woke up to my blaring alarm “beep beep beep beep”. After I hit the snooze button it was 6:00 and realized the summer was over and new school had started. I had not worried much about this day but today was different. I had the stomach bug I felt as though I was going to throw up. The sun was just waking up throwing vibrant colors into the sky as I looked out my window. I had a checklist printed on my door making sure I didn't miss anything “Shoes, teeth, clothes, phone, breakfast, lunch, supplies and schedule.” Once I had gotten dressed I started to feel my heart

My heart was pounding and I couldn't sit still. It was the first day of school. While summer had just reached its peak, here I was at summer school. Thankfully, I had never failed a class. I just wanted to get a bit ahead in high school. It was a decision that I was beginning to regret. I could still be sleeping in my cozy bed at home, but yet I chose to take summer school, and here I was. I was in my dad's car, it was precisely 8:24 and class started at 8:30. We were parked in front of the school and I had no idea where to enter from or where to go. My stomach was full of butterflies and I was already filled with fear. After my dad called the school and found the door they had specified, it was time to go. As I was getting out of the car, my dad yelled "Have a nice day!", "Easy for him to say," I thought. Not only did I not know anybody in the school, I was sure that 95% of the kids in summer school would have failed the class previously, leading me to question their friendliness and behavior. In addition, I was also sure that everyone there already had freshman year under their belt, meaning they would be familiar with the school. I was the odd one out, fresh out of 8th grade and not even a freshman. "At least I will know the building when high school actually starts," I thought as I walked to the door.

I didn’t realize it then, but Kindergarten is the one of the best parts of school. My days were filled with naps, snacks, coloring, playing house, and recess. I’d give anything to be able to go back and have one more of those days. Kindergarten open house was exciting! I met Mrs. Gilley, found my seat and cubby, colored for a little while and left. I was excited for my first day of school, not knowing that it wouldn’t be anything like the open house. My dad and I started my first day of school out by eating biscuit and gravy at Subway. Then, when we got to the school he walked me to my classroom door, hugged me, and said bye. I was confused because at open house he stayed with me. That’s when the excited happy Kenzie turned into upset screaming Kenzie. After I got over being dropped off, the first day wasn’t so bad. It was filled with making new friends, movies, and eating snacks. My cousin Zoe was in Mrs. Vancots classroom. We had necklaces that had our name and class on them. Zoe lost hers, and blamed it on me. So Mrs. Vancot came into my classroom and yelled at me for stealing Zoes name tag. I of course had no idea what she was talking about. When I was in elementary school I was a really shy person. I locked myself in the bathroom and cried for the longest time. When I got home that day I was playing in my playroom and found Zoes name tag that she lost. Kindergarten year came to a close and then it was on to first grade. I was so excited for first grade! I had Mrs.

The beating heart of my anecdote is something like this: as school days come and go I reflect, on how my education began. I remember my first day of school. I walked into Sparkman, following my older sister Hannah, I made it my mission to attach myself to her and clutch her side making every move that she did. When she went to her class and I was forced to go into mine, I was speechless. I was terrified when I walked into my kindergarten classroom for the first time. Thoughts danced in my mind as to what we might learn that day. That is when my teacher, Mrs. Stanford, wrote “Reading” on the board. Although I, as well as many of my classmates, were anxious about the school day reading and writing were challenges ahead of our young minds waiting to be discovered

In the words of Harry Wong, “The first day of class is the most important day of the school year”. Since this day is so important I will have had to prepare a few things before the day actually starts. I will have assigned seats in my classroom before the day starts, and I will have written my bell work activity for the class before they arrive. Finally, I will have all the materials I need for that day within reach, so I am prepared for transitions.

It was a Monday and he was at his house preparing for his first day of school for fifth grade so he was going to wear something fancy. So when he got his stuff and supply ready, he was riding his bike with his friends witch lived in his neighborhood their names were Jacob Ryan and Michael well those people are his friends in the neighborhood only. He has many more people in school that he is friends with. So as he got to school before he went on he did a YouTube video yes, he does YouTube and he has 12.5 million subscribers his goal was 1,000 only so he was the most popular in his school and the world record for most popular middle school person. When he got in A.J had 15 minutes until school starts (Sorry I forgot to tell you A.J is the main person).

It 's funny what it 's you remember as a child. I don 't remember my third birthday or my first day of school, I don’t remember running around the playground or what my favorite food was. But I remember very clearly the day my cat died. It 's been 10 years since, and still the most memorable memory of my childhood.

I held my breath as I scanned the syllabus on the first day of class. Then I heard my professor say “And in week thirteen you will present your research findings in your discussion sections”. Hearing this sent me into an automatic panic. Having to speak in class felt impossible to me. My flight or fight response was activated any time I anticipated the threat of speaking in class. I was sure to drop the class at any indication that I would have to talk, either by being called on or having to give a presentation. Sometimes I convinced myself things would be different and I would be able to handle it. It never worked, the results were the same; I didn’t go to class. All of my grades were based on papers and exams. So I would submit my papers and take the tests but not go to class. My half assed approach to participating in college was to take classes as if they were an independent study. I felt immediate relief when I choose avoidance until the guilt set in from getting poor grades, wasting money and lying to everyone. The vicious cycle only fueled my anxiety, my avoidance and my academic problems.

Well, here it is,the day I've been dreading since Mrs. Mercer first brought it up. This day honestly came way too fast! When I first got my schedule and seen current health issues, I was like what in the world? So the first day of school came about and it was time for seventh period. When I realized it was Mrs. Mercer's class, I got extremely happy. I wasn't sure what to expect the first few days. As the days went on, all 13 of us started to get the hang of everything and bonded instantly. This is definitely a class that I'll always remember and I will truly miss! We've all had happy times,sad times,angry times,and a lot of fun times. I've honestly took in a lot from RY, especially snap and zap. Snap and Zap is where you snap out of bad thoughts and zap in good thoughts. I found if you do that then you wouldn't have as much anxiety build up. I feel like the RY class has helped a lot with my anxiety and anger. Mrs.Mercer and the 12 others in RY have been there for me since the first day. I want to thank all you guys. When class first started, I wasn't sure if I wanted to open up because at that time I only talked to like two people. I wasn't sure if I could trust everyone. Well about the second week I felt like I had a family A family that I can talk to, cry too, get advice from, never be judged by, a family that I can just simply enjoy. One that Id die to have at home. I knew if I couldn't trust anyone else, I had 13 other people that I knew for a fact that I could run to

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”

It was towards the end of the summer of 2014 i was going to Auburn Riverside for the first time to go pick up my schedule. The first day of school was a little scary, but I i 'm glad I made friends fast. I think my easiest class was my 6th period, language arts. It was my easiest class because we never did anything in that class. I meet this guy named Casey, I knew him because I have a friend named Laura and she has a friend named Hailey so her brother is Casey. I 'm sure if he likes me but we 're really good friends now. Casey was really good friends with Francisco and they became friends because they sat in the same group during that class period. Me and Francisco became friends a few months into the school year and we started to talk, he asked me for my snap chat and we became best friends on snapchat.