My First Day At School

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

The sun rising and birds chirping, a fresh a breath air consumed my lungs. It was the start of my junior year at Coral Park Sr. High, and I was ready to enjoy my year with old friends and maybe have a girlfriend. As I pass through classmate and teachers outside the classroom; going up the main stairs in the back of the school entrance, I was interrupted by a wonderful fruity smell. As I turned to see what aroma lured me, suddenly I bumped my head and fell off the stairs. Once I realize what happen, I quickly ran up to the girl and held her hand; her hair was covering her face at that time so I didn’t pay so much attention. Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell rung and I was late. I apologize to her and told her that I would invite

I bursted out of bed on the shining morning because I didn’t hear my alarm go off for school. So I got all my clothes on and brushed my teeth. I had to hurry because if I have another tardy and am going to receive a detention for a whole week. I got on my very shiny blue bike and hurried to school on this shiny, colorful day. I finally got to school with one minute left. I hurried to my first class and i got in my seat right when the bell rang. Everybody was asking me why I was so sweaty. I told all of them the story ,but I had to stop talking because the teacher came in. After class my teacher asked why I am always late to class.

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

I was in the bed sleeping until 6:30 when my mother came in. she told me to get up for school but I didn’t want to because it was too early and it was earlier than I had to before. My mom told me to get up and get ready and I guess I had to, I took a shower, at a granola bar with milk. Then my Mom and Dad drove me to school. I arrived at 7:30. I went to my first class Mrs. Malloys class it was weird to get my schedule first but then it was cool. I went to Mrs. Schermers room I had to do a docuement on my first day so far. Second period I had the same teacher but we had reading It was an okay class I guess. It’s now 9:40 and I’m having a snack in transition Mrs Malloy asked how things were going so far and I said

It’s been two days and my stomach would not rest, it was constantly turning and nothing could calm down my nerves. Today was the day my mom comes back from the Doctors. I never really knew what was going on except the fact that Mother was very sick. 3rd grade started to become a wee bit more challenging. It was a Friday, November 2nd, so it was a little chilly with a bitter winter breeze. The air felt like needles on young 9 year old’s skin. The walk from the bus was a much different one than usual, today was the day mommy comes home. As we walked into the classroom (my brother and I) hardly any students were there at the moment. I greeted my teacher and walked to my seat and began working on the morning start up. As more people strode in we began our day by starting out with a spelling test which I got 8 out of 10. This past week had been rough but it was finally going to be over. Lunch was a upon us and I was eating a PB and J. My dad packed me the simplest food choices because he was unwilling to do anything extravagant. My stomach had been growling all morning not to mention all of the nerves. It felt like a party was going on down there. Right after lunch we had recess, I regularly ran the mile club. I let out a sigh of relief as the school day was finally over. Then I began to prepare for the bus, I grabbed a sharp enough pencil to defend myself to what was about to come. I made a decoy sandwich so I could eat my other sandwich in peace. As the final bell rang

I arrived in the school gym and noticed the abundance of people and noise. Then I noticed my friends. Elliot was on the other side of the gym floor and, Maggie and Nick close to where I was standing. We talked about how we would would like our teachers to be. I made my way to my first class. Math with Mrs. Aldridge, up the stairs, to the left and a few doors down. Mrs. Aldridge was a typical homeroom teacher, very nice and proactive. Her room was not as full of color than I was used to but it was typical.

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm went off. “Ugh,” I sighed in grief. Why did it have to be the end of the summer. The the time of year when I had to go back to the place I dreaded most in life, school. Everybody was always picking on me and all. After I got out of my deep thoughts, I went downstairs and ate my breakfast. Then, when I finished eating I went upstairs to do my morning routine. While I was doing my hair in the bathroom, I heard a knock at the door. Who could be knocking at the door this early in the morning, I asked myself. Then when I opened the door, my best friend, Layla embraced me with a warm hug. “Hey! Are you ready for school,” she said ecstatically. Oh I forgot to mention that me and Layla have known each other since 2nd grade, so we always do stuff together, including

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

It’s been two days and my stomach would not rest, it was constantly turning and nothing could calm down my nerves. Today was the day my mom comes back from Doctors. I never really knew what was going on except the fact that Mother was very sick. 3rd grade started to become a wee bit more challenging. It was a Friday, November 2nd, so it was a little chilly with a bitter winter breeze. The air felt like needles on young 9 year old’s skin. The walk from the bus was a much different one than usual, today was the day mommy comes home. As we walked into the classroom (my brother and I) hardly any students where there at the moment. I greeted my teacher and walked to my seat and began working on the morning start up. As more people strided in we began our day by starting out with a spelling test, I got 8 out of 10. This past week had been rough but it was finally going to be over. Lunch was a upon us and I was eating a PB and J. My dad packed me the most easy stuff because he was not willing to do anything extravagant. My stomach had been growling all morning not to mention all of the nerves. It felt like a party was going on down there. Right after lunch we had recess I regularly ran the mile club. I let out a sigh of relief as the school day was finally over. Then I began to prepare for the bus, I grabbed a sharp enough pencil to defend myself to what was about to come. I made a decoy sandwich so I could eat my other sandwich in peace. As the

“Don’t be late for school,” my mom said. “I know, I know,” I replied as I looked over my school supplies list to make sure I had everything. Today was my first day of middle school. I was so nervous! Would middle school be hard? Would there be a lot of homework? What would 6th grade be like? I had so many questions that were left unanswered. I looked at the time. It was 8:00. My bus would be coming at 8:12 so I had to go. Putting on my shoes, I said goodbye to my mom and left for the bus stop. I saw other students leaving their houses to get to the bus stop. I wondered whether any of them would be in my grade. Since I moved into my new house, I hadn’t met any of my neighbors. Perhaps one of them would be my friend by the end of the day. When the bus came, I quickly got on. I looked at the students getting onto the

The sky was a bright blue and the sun was shimmering right over the silver,stunning Eiffel tower, absolutely no clouds in sight. As I looked out my huge bay window, I could tell the morning was starting and everybody was on their way. I was almost ready for the last day of school at Downey Hills MIddle School. As I was brushing my hair and brushing my teeth, my mom called from downstairs, “come on you are going to be late Cadence.” As mom called up to me I was getting on my favorite pair of jeans, a cute white shirt, my long pink cardigan, and my white sandals with a bow and lots of jewels. I rushed downstairs, so happy for the summer to start. My mom gave me a big bear hug and I grabbed all my stuff. As I finally got out the door, away from all my crazy siblings, I ran to Lance’s house and waited for her to come out of her front door as happy as I was, so we could walk to school together. We got to school and everybody was talking about what they were going to do over summer vacation. We started walking to our homeroom class which was run by Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith had a smile on her face like a kid opening a present for the whole day, just waiting for the seventh period bell to ring. As the bell rang we said to each other “ we are free, no school for three months.” Then I said, “ now we can spend the summer together.” Lance looked at me, then said “ well, not exactly.”

Bong! Bong! Bong! Sounded the cheesey end of the day bell. I was so excited to get out of school. Why? Today was the last day of second grade! . I could go home and take a much needed summer break. I thought to myself as a trotted out to the front of the building. It wasn't that easy though because of all the screaming and rambunctious kids trying to escape the prison also. I finally made it out of the chaos and into the pick/drop off lane. Frantically looking for my mom’s van so I can get away from the school. As I was looking for the jet black van when my pesky sister crept up behind me and started rambling about her day. The van finally pulled over, I lept in the back seat. I was greeted by a hello from both my parents?! That was surprising, usually only my mom comes to pick us up so that was strange. I didn’t think to much of it though because it was the last day which is kind of special. It would make sense if they both came, along with my little sister Natalie who was not in school yet. Anyway as we were pulling out of the parking lot. I looked back at Oakdale for the last time. We just recently moved so I was finishing off the school year. It was kind of sad not being able to see most of my friends that often. Pushing those confusing emotions aside, we started heading back home. Or so I thought.

Mia walked down the street with her head low, dragging her feet on the concrete pavement. She was on her way home from school. It was her first day of school at her new school. Her dad had gotten a job in America so her and her family had to move. Mia was sad and disappointed to leave her old school and all her friends. She found it hard to make new friends at her new school and was finding it hard to fit in. As she arrived home, her phone started to ring. It was her friend Hailey. Mia had known Hailey since they were in kindergarten and have been best friends ever since. Mia talked to Hailey for hours about her new school and how she missed her and how everything was so different everything was. Mia was glad she still had someone to talk to. It felt good to talk to someone about everything. Once they had hung up Mia went upstairs to start her homework. She found the homework quite hard since she had never learnt any of it. It was different to what she had been taught at her old school but she was sure she would soon get the hang of it.

I walked into a new school, in a new town. I was barely seven years old and I didn’t know what life is going to be like from there on out. Loaded down with pencils, paper, and pages one to one hundred of the Crayola catalog, I wandered into the big brown building and down the pale blue halls to find my classroom. I stumbled upon the room labeled 2E to find a score of other children talking about how the summer went and where they went on vacation. A petite young teacher walked over to greet me and my mother; she directed me to my desk and sat me next to a young girl. The seats were labeled in alphabetical order: Guerrero, Hobbick, Hodges. The girl seated next to me bubbles with excitement and asks me my name, saying she’s never seen me