My First Day At Work

My first day of college at Thomas Nelson Community College I was so nervous, being in a new school where I don’t know anybody was kind of frightening. I thought I would feel the same way about college as I did for high school. In high school, all my teachers prepared me the hard way to prepare for college and what to expect. My goal is to finish out 2 years at Thomas Nelson Community College and transfer to a four-year college to continue my goal in life to become a Registered Nurse (RN). When I arrived at Thomas Nelson I was very nervous because, so many thoughts went through my head to say as if what if I can’t handle it or what if I’m not smart enough. It was just a lot of pressure that I put on myself until I got a better understanding of everything because it’s a lot I needed to improve as in school. I was excited to be realizing a lifelong dream, but I was also scared.

I’ve been employed in the fast food industry for just over three months now. That may not seem like very long to someone with years of experience under their belt, but I cannot stress enough how much these last few months have changed me. I’ve learned more about personal responsibility and independence at this job than I did during four years of high school. While the whole process has been meaningful to me, what really set it in motion was my first day behind the counter. My first day at a real job taught me that no one is going to hold your hand past high school, and that they shouldn’t be expected to.

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.

For many of us our expectations of what the first day of college should be is less or more of what is predictable considering that some of us have never been to college or are returning to college. The mind-sets that we have not only are comparable to most but, are very surreal to a lot and can be overcoming. Being that I am 42 years old, going back to school to finally undertake something with denotation had me motivated yet, explore whether this was for me. To be on campus with the majority of the students half my age unfortunately made me feel vulnerable and timeworn. I understood going back, there would be many changes, especially with today’s technology and new updated curriculums. The sense that you want to be ready for whatever

High school was the worst place ever. There were your jocks, the cool kids, the smart kids, and then you have me. I was the shy, quiet kid with no one to talk too. It felt like my life was already over. Also, there was the fact that my parents got new jobs and I had to move to Georgia and leave all my friends terrified me. How was I supposed to make it in a new state and school without the ones I grew up with? It was my first day at Eastside High School the best school in Newton County according to the parents. As soon as I walked through the doors, I immediately felt my blood to crawl. The hairs on my arms and neck stood tall. I had never felt so out of place in my life before, and I had four years of this feeling.

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

I remembereded the first day I started high school, I was so nervous. As a kid, I always remember I would have an anxiety problem for almost every little thing. I wake every morning nauseated even though there was nothing to worry about because I mean after all it was just school. I remember thinking damn, I just got out of middle school here goes another 4 long year of going to school. But what I didn’t know was that those years would go by so fast. After all, like everyone says, a lot happens in 4years. On my first day everything was going fine. I had made new friends, so far I liked all my teachers, and I got into this Culinary Arts class that I didn’t even know I liked. I learned so much in Culinary. Everyday I would go in excited to

Growing up, biking has always been one of my favorite activities, as I had frequented riding in the vicinity of Cupertino with my dad over the weekend. The wind, which rushed through the aerodynamically-designed holes on top of my helmet, was cool enough on a hot summer’s day to escape the blistering hot Californian temperatures. The limitless trails and roads which stretched so far that the eye could not see never ceased to excite me. As I had gripped the handles, a whole new version of me was finally brought out, and all my worries and troubles had dissipated instantaneously.

For many of us our anticipation of what the first day of college should be is less or more of what is expected considering that some of us have never been to college or are returning to college. The feelings that we have not only are similar to most but, are very surreal to a lot and can be overwhelming. Being that I am 42 years old, going back to school to finally accomplish something with meaning had me excited yet, questioning whether this was for me. To be on campus with the majority of the students half my age unfortunately made me feel vulnerable and old. I knew going back, there would be many changes especially with today’s technology and new updated curriculums. The feeling that you want to be ready for whatever comes your way was by far augmented and overtaking. Nevertheless, if goals and ambitions is what gives you the drive to better yourself no matter what age, the outcome will supersede any ill feeling you had in the beginning. A glimpse of my first day merely covers the surface of what I felt and experienced going back to school after twenty some years.

It was my first day at work and I thought to myself, Is my hair straight? Are these the right clothes? Are the people going to be mean? I walked in with confidence in my face as the sliding doors opened for me. It was busy and every register was full of people. At least ten customers were in each line. I walked in and walked to the supervisor. “I’m ready to work,” I said with a big smile. He looked at me as welcoming as ever and walked me over to behind the counter. He gave me an old, plastic bag full of money and a solid, black register tray that looked well used.

  I guess that's why I'm wearing a shirt that says "I'm not a morning person" tied into a knot at the front. The rest of my outfit consists of black ripped jeans, white Air Force 1s, and a olive green bomber jacket with patches scattered about.

The year is 1998, today is my first day in high school. I have lived most of my life in New York but my parents decided to move to Washington. "Sweetie, it's time to go." My dad said peaking through the door of my bedroom. "Just a second." I said as I packed my black backpack. I ran down stairs and through the kitchen. "Honey, you forgot your lunch." My mother said running behind me. She had woken up early to make me lunch. "Oh thank you." I said kissing her on the cheek. "Be safe." She said waving to my dad and I. I hopped into his truck and we drove off.

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.

"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.