My First Day At Work

I was in the bathroom getting ready for the first day of the third trimester of 8th grade, I was comfortably singing in my bathroom thinking I was alone. After getting ready I opened up the door and look in the hallway flustered to see my mom filming me singing. I was embarrassed and my cheeks turned bright red as I ran towards the front door to jump into my shoes and catch the bus. I went to school and it was a regular day, I had new classes and one of them was with my favorite teacher, Mrs. Gates. I never thought I would build up the confidence to sing infront of people ever but Mrs. Gates but i started to rethink that when my teacher told the class that at the end of this week on friday we will have auditions for a solo of the choir. I felt this uneasiness in my stomach and thought I was about to embarrass myself by throwing up in front of the whole class. I went the whole day just thinking about that solo.

Introduction: As a manager, I know it is not a good idea to make changes within the first 90 days. It is during this time, you find who is working for you, what you will be doing, and learn what you should be doing.

It is a great pleasure to join BPK Corp and I am honored to write this memo to you on my first day of work. I am excited and looking forward to working with all the talented and dedicated people, who are comitted to achieving our organization’s ultimate goal of promoting transparency and accountability in government entities across the nation. I will actively seek your input as we take our organization forward. As your new leader, I would like to take this moment to share my first thoughts and views on our organization.

I ecstatically jumped out of my bed as my alarm blared in my ears. Yes, I was excited. It was my first day of middle school after all! I put on my clothes I set out the day prior, and ran downstairs to get my things. I remember being so excited I was completely ready for school half an hour before I needed to be. I even remember what I wore… Mostly. I was wearing a light pink beanie, green leather jacket and blue jeans with my black converse...I think. To be completely honest, I don’t remember my shoes or shirt underneath my jacket. But it all fell apart after I left and got to the bus stop. I suddenly got chills and knots in my stomach and was happy to have one of my best friends, Jasmine at the bus stop with me.

Highschool, what everyone seems to look forward to, till the day comes. As an incoming freshman many questions come - Will my friends still be there after summer that I haven’t seen? Is it as hard as others say it is? Will I have friends in my classes? Will the teachers like me? As hard as it seems once you realize that almost everyone around you is wondering the same things there is really no reason to worry.

The ride could not have felt any longer, as I kept checking my watch. The driver looked at me in the mirror and said “Don’t worry little lady, you’re not going to be late. Besides, we’re already here! See?” I looked up as we pulled up to the front gates. There it was. My second home for the next five years, Palo Seco Secondary School. The the sight of the broken down, white and rusting school gates made me so incredibly anxious, that I stumbled out of the car clumsily as I exited the taxi in a rush. It was my first day of Junior High.

I rushed to see where the commotion was coming from, it was my phone, there were five missed calls from Jedd. Sweat rushed to my hands, he

It was the first day of grade 6! The day’s morning was really exciting and welcoming. But, as the day went on it wasn't. It maybe was the worst day of my life. I always hoped, that that day had never came or will never come again! The whole time I felt like going back home.

"Winning is important to me, but what brings me real joy is the experience of being fully engaged in whatever I'm doing." says Phil Jackson, a former American professional basketball player. People always whine about how their first job experience was terrible and there’s only one reason which is not getting enough amount of money for their work. I think people need to think that job is not always about money as I discovered from my first job.

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.

Everyone goes through hard times in school. It can vary from reading to writing, math to science, or simply just interacting with the people that are in class. In this instance, reading and writing were not strong points for me before third grade and didn’t get much better as the year went along. The teacher that I had was a terrible teacher; she gave me absolutely no help and handed me bad grades without clear reasoning. In fact, I realized how much she hated me, but to this day, I will never know why. That year made me learn being a good student in class, participating and asking questions frequently are rude habits to have in the classroom. Since the teacher and I did not see eye to eye, this made weak points such as reading and writing

“ It is, but for you it’s one. You kids have always been like the kids I’ve never had, this is the least I can do to repay you” He says, thankfully. After a little going back and forth, I accept the money, and he goes to the back to heat it up.i scan the deli, my eyes trace from the counter to the shelf stacked with bags of chips, to the bathroom. My eyes have made their way to the seating area, the tables are an olive green color, and two seats are at each table. There is one table with six seats, and there are a few bar seats at the counter, facing out onto sixth avenue.

The bell rings as I walk into class. Not late, but not too early either. That's the way I work. I’m never late to anything, and I’m never early to anything. I make my way to the back of the class where there are open seats. I throw my stuff down and sit down as I listen to the teacher. I pull my notebook out, as well as a pencil, and begin my notes. The first day of school is always the worst, mostly because the teachers introduce themselves. Who wants to know about their teacher? I mean they come to school, and they teach us. What is so special about their background?

It was my final week before summer break came to an end. I hated being the only child, living with my parents, who needed to prepare for the commencement of school. But, what made that thought even worse was having to attend a brand new school. The physical portion of everything was already finished. To start off, I ironed my clothes, bought school supplies, and organized each piece of material I’d need to use on my first day. On the flip side, I was not mentally organized for this new chapter in my life. Being a skinny African American that stands 6 feet tall didn’t help either. Ignoring the burden of wanting to fit in, I finally executed my final task that night, sleeping. The next day, August 17th, started the 2015-2016 school

It was a warm autumn morning and the sun was just rising on the horizon. I was already awake and ready for my first day at the college. Later I found myself standing crusted like a statue behind the white door which reminded me an endless emotional tension that I usually experience all the time while facing a simple for some people but for me a very difficult situation to deal with. For a long period of time a very deep anxiety and nervousness had been my only response to the situations when I had to interact with new people. Communication has always been an unsolvable issue in my life as long as I remember myself, which caused me a lot of trouble during my daily life and, i always tried to avoid it and couldn 't find a will-power or capabilities to overcome it meanwhile realizing that my life would have been a lot easier than at that moment.