My First Day At The College

I would describe myself as a very fast learner prior to coming to college here. I have been preparing for this step in my life ever since I was in school by participating in hard classes and being involved in my community. Keeping high A averages in my classes has given me the opportunity to become involved in national honor society and national art honor society but also granting me with the incredible trip to Blue Bonnet Girls State this past summer. I believe that involving myself in these three organizations gives me the extra drive a student needs to flourish as an aspiring student to UT Austin. I grew up in a good home as a child and my parents both pushed me to the best of my ability that thankfully got me accepted into this amazing university.

Everyone was talking to each other and I was just standing in the corner of the cafeteria completely alone. I was unable to open my lips, it felt like someone had super glued them together. I felt completely alienated, it was like I was apart of a movie, but not actually apart of the scene. Listening to everyone speak made me extremely anxious, I had honed in on the conversation of a near by group of kids talking about how they were excited to start high school. I wanted to go and speak to them so bad, but I had kept my lips shut for so many years, I doubted that I would be able to communicate effectively with my peers. Just as I had finished processing those thoughts in my mind, the bell rung, school had finally started, I proceeded with my schedule til lunch without saying a word to

My whole body began to shake before I even stood up. I knew I was next and all I wanted to do was hide under a rock until the school year was over. The teacher called my name, forcing me to stand up and push my chair in behind me. I watched my feet drag me towards the front of the class and I couldn’t tell myself to turn around. There I was, in front of twenty or more judgemental teenagers, I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t bother to look anywhere except the floor and my messy notecard as I shakily read each word. By that time my hands were sweating, my heart was beating out of my chest, and I didn’t know how much longer I’d last. I could hear faint chuckles, someone moving their paper, and whispering which made it intensify in my head. The noises became overpowering and I couldn’t hear anything except that. I was only up there for a good three to five minutes. It wouldn’t have been hard for anyone else who is an extrovert. Except I wasn’t only an introvert but I also had social anxiety. To this day, I still have it, and it’s ruined my life.

It was a cold, dreary, January morning-- the first day back from Christmas Break. This one was different than past years though, as I find myself driving on I-10 and foreign roads, to my new high school.

BEEP! BEEP! My alarm went off. i knew instantly what today was. it was none other than the first day of school the day i have been dreading since summer started. but today was not any first day this one was as scary as a beetle because it was the first day of highschool. i thought high school was the scariest thing ever because of all the movies and the television shows that i watched portrayed it as ten percent learning and ninety percent bullying. the only people in the shows and movies that got bullied were the nerds and i was a nerd. The stairs creaked as i went down to the kitchen to get some breakfast. then my mom stopped me and said “the breakfast at school is free so you're going to eat it” so then we got in the car and my mom drove me to the bus stop. i hated busses. it confused me that we were taking the bus when i knew that she could have taken us herself but we had to. The bus made its way to the stop and i got on and to my surprise there were no seats. i tried finding anyone i knew and i had no luck so i had to sit next to two other people when the seats are only able to hold two. When i thought the bus couldn’t get any more crowded we stop at a popular stop and more people get on. The bus would stop a few more times until we got to the high school. we were packed like sardines in that bus but then everyone got off. we got there pretty late. The doors were wide open and i could see it all it was a big school with big kids. My stomach rumbled and i wondered were

It’s warm and sunny in Webster, Tennessee. The day is August 16, 2017. To most of the town, it is just another day of the usual life. But to the children, the air is filled with dread. Tomorrow is the day that school starts. The young children are excited to show off all their new school supplies and summer scars. The older children dread going to school and seeing all the people they avoided over the summer. One thing is true for both ages: school is starting and there is nothing they can do to stop it.

It all started when I woke up to my alarm at six twenty. I tried going back to sleep, but my alarm was louder than a police siren. I proceeded to do my morning routine, so I could go to school restored. After that, I dressed up and fixed up my book bag for the school day.

The first day of school as a freshman is always an exciting and nerve-racking time for most freshmen. You’re making that big transition from middle school to high school, and you’re excited to start this new life and see what it should offer. I was always told by my older sister to always be open to meeting new people and new ideas my freshman year. The part she forgot to warn me about was that I would possibly lose friends, and sadly, I did. As a freshman I learned quickly that some people change when they enter high school, that the peer pressure of fitting in is hard on some freshman and it causes them to do drastic things for “popularity”. I learned a valuable lesson my first week of freshman year and it has stuck with me for my entire high school career and it was to always be yourself, and never try too hard to fit in.

Hearing so many good things and bad things about college I didn’t know what to expect and look forward to. That change my junior year knowing different college come every year I didn’t really pay it any mind what college I wanted to go to until ODU, Virginia State University and Virginia Teach came. It was Virginia State first year of visiting out school and I knew I wanted to go there I start getting e excited for college that were talking about their experience at college and what to look for when we graduated if we decided to go to college. Eager to start a new chapter college sound like it could be a little nerve wrecking but I thought I could handle it.

It was the second day of my brand new life at college. I nervously shuffled off a bus packed with people I made some short, uncomfortable conversation with, hiked up a hill that, with out knowing where the end was, felt like an eternity, and was promptly forced to trust these new classmates with my physical well-being. Being placed in this new situation with many unfamiliar faces leads one to resort to judgments of others in order to figure out where they belong and who to trust. Looking back, I realized I made judgements about others that have been proven wrong. I believe they have made the same mistaken judgements about me, and this has led me to identifying my unconscious biases and take actions against them in my conscious decisions and judgements.

It’s my first day on a college campus as I walk through the halls with my junior high classmates. Everybody is slightly nervous as we are about to see our first cadaver. Our anatomy teacher had some connections at SLU and was able convince them to let us view a cadaver hoping to get us interested in a medical career. We walk into the room as the smell of preservatives overcomes us. A medical student separates us into groups and assigns us a cadaver. Over the next hour we all see things we have only seen in our textbooks and every question we can think of is answered by the medical students. I remember being impressed that none of our questions even warranted looking into a book as the medical students seemingly knew all the answers. At the end of the hour before it was time to leave our instructor told us that we should make a note of what the experience felt like because we would likely never experience it again if we did not go to medical school. It was at that moment that I decided I would be going to medical school at some point but it was not until just recently that I have started to understand and love just how that decision has and will change my life.

When sophomore year came around my anxiety had gotten worse. I feared my high school experience would be an extension of my middle school experiences. Surprisingly, I didn't mind if I had classes with people I didn't know very well. I enjoy working independently so I can make sure everything is done correctly. When Laura and I compared our schedules we found that we only had one class together and we had different lunches. I began to mentally prepare myself to be sitting alone at lunch. On the first day of school my classes went well. During lunch, I searched for an empty tall table. As I was looking I was fortunate to find Katlyn, someone whom I had had conversations with in previous years, sitting alone. I joined her. We talked about our classes and our teachers. I relaxed. The next couple days we jumped from table to table sitting with different people hoping to find a permanent seat. One day we sat alone again. Marie and Miranda were wandering around looking for a place to sit. Katlyn knew Marie from middle school so she invited them to sit with us. I got nervous. I had the opportunity to become friends with these girls and I didn't want to embarrass myself. Alexis was alone and asked if she could join us as well. We all nodded happily. I sat quietly and listened to their conversations. I laughed and smiled to try to seem friendly. The next day we all sat together again. Eventually, Susanne, a new student to Ankeny High

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.

Finally, I could suppress my nervousness and after taking a deep breath I opened the door and quietly entered the classroom. It was dark and unwelcoming like on purpose adding more anxiety to my already unfavorable situation. There were two students sitting, one of them was in the very front seat right before the teacher 's seat with a notebook and a book on the desk ready for the class. For a moment he cast a quick glance at me, l guess expecting to see the instructor instead of me, he just looked at me very indifferently. The other student was in the very last seat plunged into his phone like if there is no life

Finally, I could suppress my nervousness and after taking a deep breath I opened the door and quietly entered the classroom. It was dark and unwelcoming like on purpose adding more anxiety to my already unfavorable situation. There were two students sitting, one of them was in the very front seat right before the teacher 's seat with a notebook and a book on the desk ready for the class. For a moment he cast a quick glance at me, l guess expecting to see the instructor instead of me, he just looked at me very indifferently. The other student was in the very last seat plunged into his phone like if