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
“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
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 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.
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
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
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.
The wind was howling like a werewolf on a full moon day. Goosebumps formed on my arm as if I was watching a horror movie. I could barely see the person right next to me, we all kept dancing, hitting each other several times. But, all of this was still better than that crummy, old Miller gym. My friends’ mom walked up to my teacher just as our dance was to finish up. She whispered into my teacher's ear and as she did so her face lost some color. My friends and I all had quizzical looks on our faces as my teacher led us into the gym. I looked up at the clock, the time was 7:45 and the date was 4/10/17. My teacher never let us out 15 minutes early, but today she did and to my surprise all of the parents were eagerly waiting outside.
It was like any other school day. I woke up to my alarm clock tired from staying up late the night before with my friends. I got around and went to school. I had a normal day and then came 5th hour. We were working on our stories like always in English. Meanwhile . . . A girl came strutting through the door. A new face. Mr.Cane introduced her.
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.
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.”
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
7th grade was not my year. The workload was more than I was used to, my teachers were bad, and I was overloaded with stress. But by far the worst part of 7th grade was my Texas History teacher, a man called Dr. Davis. Now, maybe it was my attitude towards the class (I’m not fond of Texas History), but I definitely think that even the most extreme pessimism could not have made me detest the class as I did.