My First Day

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.

Today I woke up with a smile on my face and a tingly feeling in my belly; the reason for my joy was the name-plate hanging outside my door that read Dr. Agrima Agrawal, Assistant Professor, IISc Bangalore. My first day as a professor in this prestigious institute, giving me the opportunity to mould life, imbibe knowledge and make a difference; a difference which would matter.

Fall semester has been an excruciating experience for me, having tests practically every week and a continuous frantic drama that just started at the beginning of the semester. However, the hard work had been paying off, only half-way through the semester and I felt rewarded already. English class has been of great experience to me, learning new skills that may help me in my future endeavors. I first expected to only learn basic English writing such as, improving structure and grammar, but from what I’m learning right now are much more. English 1B has taught me how to collaborate with people easily, planning and researching a topic, making a statement on a topic, and the ability to have fun during class.

Cowardice, fear, terror, it was hard to control these words but I tried. Doesn't everyone put on a mask outside and pretended to be someone they're not. Then they come back home and finally take it off and all their frustration comes out like when air comes out of a balloon. It's almost a relief. But in the back of my mind I was always afraid if that mask would peel off or crack, what would they think of me then? But as a kid in elementary school that thought would be out shined by other thoughts like how would you make friends? Would your teachers be nice? What if everyone isn't nice to me? This was what my first day of school was like and I didn't even realize I was wearing a mask. My first friend was Laura but the funny thing was she was my only friend, although I wasn't sure if I was her only friend. It was so much fun hanging out with her and she wasn't like the other girls in my class who only talked about hair and makeup. We would always be with each other. At lunch, in class--luckily we had the same classes--, almost anywhere. Laura didn't know much about me though like things outside of my favorite movie, book, and color. It seemed like I wouldn't allow myself to tell her. But I talked about everything else, completely avoiding that subject. But Laura told me everything about herself. She told me that she had lived in Strawberry Court for all her life and that it was a beautiful place. She insisted I visit and told me about the pretty flowers in the gardens. From

The day had finally come when the Shaker Music Group would perform for the very first time, and nothing could have prepared me for Marjorie Doyle Rockwell Center.

It was the first day of school and I just was so excited about who was going into be in my class I was also nervous. That what I was thinking. I went upstairs and got dressed and brushed my hair and my teeth.

Waking up with my mom saying "Alexis, I took your dad to the hospital early this morning," that wasn't what I wanted to hear first thing in the morning. I began to sweat; my palms began to get clammy and this nauseous feeling coursed through my body. I didn't understand why mom took him at first but then remembering at 3 o'clock that morning he was struggling to breathe, then I realized why. Immediately when I got to school I told my best friend of 13 years what my mom had told me this morning. My best friend was with me throughout this whole journey.

‘Count this,” he said in a frantic manner as I heard a loud crash take place across the store.

The crisp of the autumn air bit me as I fought against it. Shivering, the hairs on my neck stand up as I am exposed to the cold air. Starting a new college in a country where I'd never visited in my entire life would be partially difficult. I would have to mind what I say. It didn't help that I would constantly be bombarded by questions in my first semester.

I am 5. I am sitting on our loveseat with my mix-matched Chuck Taylor’s propped up on my moms lap as she ties them. My dad comes out of our bedroom (I only say our because I am still too scared to sleep in my own.) He kisses all 6 of us on the head, saving the best for last of course, my mother. She has sleepy eyes and they are the most beautiful shade of brown. The kind where you can hardly see the pupils. It is time to go to school. My first day ever. This is the earliest memory I can recall from our tiny yellow house on the hill. The place I grew up. The first place I called home. I remember sitting in kindergarten crying for the normalcy I once knew. Whining for the chipped paint and the white fence that wrapped around the porch. I was, by definition, homesick. It eventually got so bad that my teacher called my mother to come pick me up, at least I got what I wanted. I thought she was going to be thrilled to see me, I figured that if I missed her this much then surely she had to be missing me too. My teacher walks me to the office where she is waiting and her once sleepy eyes are now frustrated. I wrap my arms around her waist and she softens, but only for a moment. We ride home in silence and when we reach the driveway she makes sure I know this can’t be an everyday thing. I have to go to school, even though it smells that glue and floor wax. I get inside and throw my body on the couch, relieved. I can finally breathe again. The couch had never been this soft before, I

My mom gave birth to me in a in a small town in Great Britain on February seventieth, seventeen fifty five. My mother, Martha Washington and father, George Washington gave me the name Donovan Washington. Donovan means strong warrior and that is what my dad wanted me to be one day. I started school during seventeen sixty, and on my first day of school, I met the most astonishing, charming, and breath taking girl in the whole universe. From the first glance I had at Bonnie Taylor I knew I was going to marry her one day. Growing up Bonnie and I were always best friends. Bonnie and I did every little thing together. Bonnie was not like any of the other girls she was different in ways I can’t explain. Finally at age fourteen I built up the courage to ask her to be my girlfriend. Everyone has always told us that it was our destiny to be together, and I always knew she was the one. We have been in love for fifteen years now, and we have been dating for six years I am going to ask Bonnie to marry me. I got on one knee and said “Bonnie Rose Taylor we have known and been in love with each other for fifteen years now, I feel like it is time to ask you to be my wife” She happily said yes! Now that we are engaged to be married, we must tell everyone, and start planning the wedding of our dreams. We told everyone in town, but no one was taken by surprise everyone was aware that this was going to happen sooner or later. Bonnie and I decided on a date April twentieth seventeen seventy five.

I could hear people bustling down the street, car horns honking. Some may say it is bothersome though I couldn’t think of anything more relaxing. I was having a random thoughts float through my head when I heard my mother screaming at me from the bottom floor.

While he sat on his old wooden chair, I watched the man who held me from birth slowly deteriorate before my own eyes. We sat in the veranda, played dominoes, and talked for hours, as we both enjoyed doing. Smiling from ear to ear, I rejoiced over my victory. After congratulating me, he looked at me and said, “God made you special and don’t ever let anyone make you feel otherwise. Remember to appreciate every aspect about yourself. You are a blessed child”. What seemed as a random comment would soon be of great importance to me for the rest of my life.

I was 18 years old at the time, living in Jamaica and attending Colbourne College. Normally, I would participate in volunteer service programs during the summer with the National Youth Service; but, in 2010 I decided to get a part-time job at Mega Mart, one of the largest supermarket chains in the Jamaica. My first day started on a Saturday morning. I met two of my supervisors Carlene and Jacky; and also three coworkers Sean, Stacy, and Christina. Carlene was the person responsible for training me and it went so well that by the next day I was already doing things on my own. Carlene was pleased that I was catching on really fast. On a typical work day, I would restock shelves, assist customers with finding products and once in a while I would be on the cash register. Most of my

Has every individual dream and picture how they want their life to be when they reach adulthood. This is my story, after I graduated from high school I got Married and as a woman I wanted to have 2-3 beautiful children 's a couple of years after I got married. Well it did not work out as I planned it to be. Six months later after the man that I married had to leave me behind for a couple of months in the states while I continue my education by attending Aladdin beauty college in Lawton Oklahoma. Two weeks after he left to go to Germany I woke up feeling very sick to my stomach I was very nauseated and I will have dizzy spells and it time. That morning I went to cosmetology school