My First Day

My grandma had her cousins and brother coming up the next day for a little fishing competition. We had to get out on the lake/ rainy river, to find where the walleye are at. My grandpa took us to the place where they usually put in the boat, but what they didn’t know was that it was way too shallow for the boat. My grandpa put my grandma and I in the water, barely getting out away from the dock. When smack we got stuck in the mud. Couldn’t use the big 300 horsepower Suzuki motor to get us out. Had to use the trolling motor to get out. Finally, we got out, and took our time getting to the river. The river was nice and calm. It was a smooth and interesting ride. The ride was very naturistic. I saw a lot of cool animals, and trees. I was riding in the back, when I saw some bright, but dark blue silos. I thought hey maybe those silos will be a nice place to fish, but of course it’s on the Canada side and I don’t have a

It was the first day of school and for the past 5 years of elementary school i could sleep in because school started late but now school starts at 8:00 so I have to wake up early to get on the bus Over the summer i had moved to a new house and which meant i had to switch districts and now have to make new friends. Hopefully I wouldn’t get picked on because normally in my old school the new kids had always gotten picked on because they didn't know anyone and wouldn't have any friends. I quickly got up because i didn't want to be late on the first day of school.

The lake was brilliant, its aquamarine water scintillating in the warm light. The cool breeze, tickling the back of my ears, created slight ripples in the translucent water.

It was my first day of highschool and I was super nervous. “Would I make friends? How would the boys judge me? How would everyone as a whole judge me?” was all I could ask myself. My sister told me to dress cute so that I could hang out with her and the “seniors.” She told me if I looked anything like a bum she would disown me. I was hurt by her words even though she intended for it to be a joke. In someway I felt as if she was serious. I looked in the mirror and made sure I perfected my hair and outfit. I wore a red materialistic Calvin Klein dress with shoes everybody loved which were Jordan’s. My sister straightened my once long hair that my mother made sure was healthy. My mom always said girls with long hair was much prettier. I planted that in my head like planting a peach tree. School started at 8:00AM but my sister said pretty girls always takes their time getting dressed and arrived late. By me being new to everything, I just wanted to fit in. We waited for my sister friends to ring the doorbell. Once everyone gathered up we started walking to school.

Like some people I haven’t lived in Ramona my whole life, I lived in Evanston Wyoming for about seven years. Then in 2010 I moved out here at the end of summer, which meant the day I was dreading came very fast, the first day of 3rd grade at a new school. Being the new kid, I was nervous and shy and didn't have any idea how I would introduce myself, but lucky for me someone introduced herself first. “Hi, I’m Michaela!” said the girl, who would soon become my best friend and still is to this day. Michaela Brooke Meskell broke the ice and started talking to me and made me feel a little less nervous on the first day of my new life and that’s when our friendship began. I have known her for seven years now and is one of best friends. She is a pretty, tall, skinny 15 year old girl with long straight brown hair, brown eyes and glasses. She runs cross country and track, does very well in school and likes art and YouTube. Michaela was my very first friend when I moved here and over the last seven years I’ve gotten to know so much about her. She’s artistic, humorous, kind, intelligent, loyal and so many more amazing things. I’m so grateful to have her in my life and hope to still have her with me in the future.

High school, you know how in the movies where the new kid walks into the lunchroom and sees all the athletes and cheerleaders at one table and the nerds at another. Then you have your goths in the corner, and last but not least the general population. In these scenes everyone had a place, everyone had friends, and eventually someone would invite the new kid to there table and  the plot or story would begin. I really hoped my first day of highschool was like the movies because I never really had friends. I was overweight, shy, very introverted, and insecure. The perfect target for bullying. I always had my

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

I asked myself as my hand started to shake and my eyes began to water. I slowly sat down on the floor as I grabbed my mother's bloody hand. It felt as if my heart stopped and my brain froze. I knew at this point I needed help a lot of it, I had just nearly killed my own mother. Living with three different diseases was hard but not getting the help wasn't so to this day I ask myself why didn't I get help?

I was born 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 1760, and on my first day of school, I met the most astonishing 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 everything 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 we were meant to be, 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 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. The date is April eighteenth seventeen seventy five two days before the wedding (and one day before

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.

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.

I stepped out of the car and couldn’t believe the view. The lake was a teardrop silver as the sunset bounced off the surface, reflecting the tall and narrow pine trees. The atmosphere was soothing and peaceful, the silence was broken by an occasional cry from the birds that played in the towering pine trees. If I paid close attention along the horizon, I could see little ripples in the lake; my father would always tell me that was a school of Northern Pike popping into the air gasping for a quick

This semester I got to do one to one tutoring with Kinjal Patel. Unfortunately, I was only able to meet with him three times which includes the first day of introductions. Although I wasn’t able to meet with my partner as much I still was able to learn from this experience. It just goes to show that experience counts even when time is limited.

There is a quote made by an anonymous person that says, “People never forget two things: their first love and their first day in New York City”. Well I haven’t had my first love yet, so I wouldn’t know about that, but my first day in the Big Apple is something I’ll never forget. It was the day of my 7th birthday, when my father decided to take me, my younger sister and my mother to Coney Island.

Thinking back on an event or a day that I would entitle the best day of my life was more of a challenge because to me I feel I had so many, but there was this one day that kept haunting my brain, not letting me suppress it. The memory of my 16th birthday. Now I know you may wonder why I choose this particular day to be my top choice out my 17 years of life, but it was just something about this time that makes it different than any other ordinary day.