My First Day At School

Williams, you gave her fits but she loved you. There were days when you wanted to stay and do what you were suppose to do. The days you didn't, you were sent out and had to go to your sister, Taryn, class. In that class you always would do what you were suppose to do. You always did the second grade work but wouldn't do your work. It was so weird at how you did things. When you moved into your first grade year, you had Mrs. Nail. You did good in her class but you was a talker. You loved to talk. Your 2nd grade year, was easy in work and etc. but it it was rather difficult. You got into a couple of fights. Your teacher was Ms. Fennell. She loved having you in her class. I remember the day I got a call from the principal, Mrs. Waterson. “Hello…” “Hi...yes is this Ms. Davis?” “Yes this is she.” “This is Mrs. Waterson at Barnard Elementary. I'm calling regarding to Jayden Davis-Booker, she has been in a fight.” What in the world I thought. “What happened this not like Jay!?” “She was playing by herself on the slides...no one else was by her and on the slides. Well, one girl came over there and got on the slide when Jayden came down. Ms. Fennell said she should have went over there when she saw Jayden stand there and stare at her because she didn't know what she was gonna do but she just stood there and watched. Well, when the little girl came down, Jayden went over there. Jayden took her by her wrist and started

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

It was now the first day of school and I didn't know what to think of Mrs.Wellbaum. I didn't know who she was and I didn’t even think I had ever seen her before. I got to my home room class

At the end of the first semester of the second grade my family moved to Dallas. I was excited about the move, I would be closer to family members I have not seen in awhile. On the other hand I would miss my class and I just got promoted to a third grade speller and reader. I hoped that at my new school I would also be a grade ahead in writing. After winter break my family moved into our new home, it was finally time to enroll in my new school. My first impression of the school building was, “It is old”. The interior was worse than the exterior. “It kind of looks like a prison”,I remember telling my mother,she nodded her head disapprovingly. My mother accompanied me to my new classroom to meet my teacher. She stood about five feet two inches, her hair was a honey blonde shade,it almost matched her skin tone. You could tell how full her hair was by how it expanded in the sleek back ponytail. I remember her outfit. The neutral color scheme, her patch work skirt of light shades of brown and ivory with a suede blazer to match.She wore chestnut colored riding boots and the only accessory she wore were diamond stud earrings. “Hi, my name is Ms.Sergeant”, my new teacher said with a warm smile as she extended her hand to my mother then to me. That is the only pleasant memory I have of Ms.Sergeant.

On August 14, 2015 it was my first day at FHS. My alarm turned on at 6:30 a.m and the sun was shinning through my window, plus the smell of fresh air blew through my window. As, I was about done getting ready, my sister as if I wanted breakfast, she made, french toast with strawberries and bananas on the side. Knowing that the bus was arriving, I asked my sister to drop me off at school, because I was scared and nervous. I honestly didn't know what to expect, for my first day of school.

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.

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.

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.

I’ve told this story many times before and to this day, I have not run out of questions. It was a regular school day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I woke up at five in the morning, showered, brushed my teeth, got dressed and waited for my mom to finish getting ready while I played video games, as I do every day. The drive to school was just like every other drive to school. Mom was asking questions, trying to get some intel on my life, just like any other mother of a 16 year old teen. When we drove past school I felt weird. There was a pit in my stomach; I felt nervous. It was the same feeling that you’d get on the first day of school. I walked in and I saw Elizabeth. Elizabeth has been my crush since the sixth grade.

The first day of school, running in school with tears in my eyes, shredded with a wound in my heart because of my parents, dropping me off at school and leave me all alone. It was only me sitting at the corner of the entry door, all I see is strangers, run around screaming, jumping, and chasing playing with balls. Then, I started to wonder around the school, as happy as I was when I see there are foods. I lowered my backpack, reach for a couple of bucks which my mom gave me in the morning if I want to buy something to eat or drink. Afterward, I continue walking.

I walked through the door on the first day of school, everybody turned and looked at me

Before the bell rang she past out a sheet of paper on reducing fractions, which was our homework due the next day. Then I went to lunch with my friend, Izzy, which we were both ready for and we were the only ones with B lunch. We got into the hot lunch line. I got pears, chocolate milk, and pepperoni pizza. After we were both done with our lunches we headed outside and we looked if there was anyone that we knew. There was there was a boy that we were acquaintances with. We played with him for the recess. I then lined up and went right to the band room and I chose my own seat. Next, Mr. Duso went over the rules and new grading system. It’s now 7th hour, one more class, which is ela with Mr. Grant. I entered the classroom and I chose a seat at a table with some friends. When Mr. Grant came in, he went to each table and asked us our last names. After he finished with our names we started a get-to-know-you paper. After he gave us time to work on it on our own time, he went and found someone who matched ours. Then, the a noise rang. It was the bell. We all made our way out of the classroom. Next, I gathered my backpack, chromebook, and my instrument, and made my way to my friend, Izzy’s, locker who was also downstairs. Izzy and I walked across the grass to where the buses were parked. We walked halfway across the grass, when Izzy left to go to her car, and I continued to the buses. I walked onto the bus in found a seat near some

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.

Harper woke up full of energy and barely noticed the pain in her sore foot as she wrestled with her clothes under the covers before hopping to the bathroom on her crutches. The other girls in the dorm started to stir as their alarms went off and Harper – who always set her alarm ten minutes earlier than everyone else’s – was pleased that she was first in line for the bathroom.