My First Day In High School

My first day of high school was my first time attending school in America. It was the scariest week of my life. I had only been in America for two month when my mother told me I had to start high school next week. I was very nervous and scared, but my mother told me that the school was going to be similar to my school in Egypt. I don’t remember why I believed her at this time. Thought, I think I wanted to believe that everything was going to be normal and regular. The day before going to school, I went with my mother to buy all my school material. I got one of this large expensive backpack, a pencil, three note books, and colors pens. When I got home, I was relaxed and excited. I loved and enjoyed shopping for school supplies and clothes for my new school.

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.

  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.

On August 14, 2015 it was my first day at FHS. My alarm turned on at 6:30 a.m and the sun was shinning through my window, plus the smell of fresh air blew through my window. As, I was about done getting ready, my sister as if I wanted breakfast, she made, french toast with strawberries and bananas on the side. Knowing that the bus was arriving, I asked my sister to drop me off at school, because I was scared and nervous. I honestly didn't know what to expect, for my first day of school.

Here it is! My first day of freshman year at Osseo-Fairchild High School. Being that I come from a small town, I do not get a brand new high school. Today, I literally move upstairs. It´s like moving into a new room in your house, you are still in the same house, just a new room. Along with the move, we acquired several new teachers. I had known them for a significant portion of my life, so they weren’t new to me, just more people inside the sea of monsters handing out homework. I begin walking up the stairs to go to my new locker, number 265. As I ascend the staircase, it feels as though a cloud of perfumes and axe ,trying to mask the prepubescent body odor of stinky middle schoolers, has been lifted off of me. I can for once actually smell clean, fresh air, and by that I don’t mean the many assortments of Febreze scattered throughout the middle school classrooms. Trying to find my new locker becomes a struggle unto itself. Although our school is small, the rows upon rows of lockers seem like a maze. There it is! Locker 265, disappointingly smaller than mine from last year, in fact it’s half the size! My backpack, heavy as a rock, falls to the ground, along with my dance team duffle bag, and pom poms among other locker decoration necessities. A feeling of dread comes over me, how will I ever fit all of these things into my locker? It’s impossible! At that moment I remembered that I can easily throw my duffle bag into my dad’s office. Luckily, my dad

It was two weeks before my first day of highschool when I started my first college class. I was signed up for an American History class to see what college would be like. My school tried to talk me out of enrolling in the P.S.E.O program because of how many high school freshmen fail classes in their first semester. The school’s suggestion was that I should wait until I was a Junior because then I would be ready for the difficulty of college classes. However, what my counselors didn’t tell me was that most of the freshmen who fail in P.S.E.O classes fail because they don’t know how to study for the tests.

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.

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.

It was the very first day of school and at Lewis Central sixth grade is the year you start middle school. I wasn’t really nervous at all until I got to the school and most of my friends found their closer friends, and our usual “click” wasn’t together anymore. First thing in the morning we went to the commons area and the principal gave us a long, drawn out introduction to the school, and you could easily tell everyone else hated it too. We had to take a tour of the school really fast because the seventh and eighth graders were coming soon. We quickly learned that the first lie schools tell you is that “you won’t get lost.” and “upperclassmen will help you if you do”. After we were finished with the worst tour ever, we were dismissed to our homeroom class for another lecture on guidelines and expectations of the school.

I hold back a flood of tears, as I reluctantly walk up the unfamiliar block-like steps of the mustard yellow bus, while waving my mother goodbye. I choose an empty, patched up seat close to the bus driver. I can hear the jumbled up voices of many others on the bus, but I cannot understand a single word. I sit alone with my mouth sealed shut with a lump forming in my throat, and I cannot help but feel like the black sheep of the family. This feeling only worsens as I arrive to school, the building with small hallways, white walls, and the scent of pencil shavings and hand sanitizer. I long to play with the rest of the energetic children, but I stay put as I know I won’t understand them and they won’t understand me.

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 they 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 and 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

First year as a middle schooler, I was always so excited of the thought of finally getting out of elementary. It was still kind of tough because my school which was a k-8 had closed down because of some law suits. I was suppose to stay with all of the friends I had all the way up to high school but we all went to different schools once ours closed down.

The thought of attending a new school always made me nervous and worried. It would be hard to leave the people I grew up with behind. I was so use to the same every day routine, but now I have to change my ways. Today, I start my first day at my new school. The emotions rushing through my body was a feeling no words can describe. I attended Holland High School for twelve years, and now I have to start fresh at a new school. Nguyen High School was a new beginning, new faces, and a new environment. Although I never wanted this to happen, the memories created at Nguyen High School are unforgettable.

I Entered the high school for my first day of high school. I looked up to everything and everyone. I was standing just over five feet tall but felt about three feet tall on that day. I felt like I didn’t belong and was completely misplaced. I didn’t belong physically but mentally I fit just fine. I took the ACT that year and managed to pull a 21 which is above national average. My intelligence has never really been a problem at any level. I just never felt like I belonged socially. First off I didn’t even weigh one hundred pounds. I was mentally afraid of other kids who were double my size.

The first day of high school was crazy but also fun. That summer I was able to work a summer job, so that year I was able to dress myself exactly how I wanted. When I tell you i spent every last cent on school clothes as soon I got my paycheck It was gone. Then my friend and I were both working so we were having fun all summer . So the first day of school comes around, I was like the hood Christopher Columbus. I had to show everybody where there class was at because I worked there for the summer so I knew were all the classes were.