My First Day In High School

Growing up I was known to be a very shy child. I was too scared to talk to anyone and I was very reserved. I always have cared about what people thought about me. I didn’t want to wear “boy” clothes because I worried kids would make fun of me. I didn’t even make close friends until fifth grade. When I did finally feel comfortable at school and found amazing friends, I decided to switch schools shortly after for a chance at new opportunities. It lead me to standing alone in a crowded high school while I waited for that first bell to ring, so I could head to my first period class.

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

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.

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.

My life has been weird. I’m made fun of by my teachers, kids and parents. I got bullied yesterday by The Brett Anderson, that thinks he’s better than me. I have ragged clothes, old shoes and no electronics at home. Speaking of home, my dad left and I’m stuck with my mother who hates me. She left me when I was young and came back just in time for my 7th grade year which was this year. She left when my dad spent all of his money on the lottery. My mom doesn’t care about me, and she only came back because she loves my dad, but since my dad left she has been a mad wreck. I don't care that my parents hate me. I would rather be alone than bullied by my parents. At school there is no one that cares for me. One day, Mr.Halla (my science teacher) made me stay after class and clean up the room because I sneezed. People don't like me, and that’s a fact. Enough about my past, let's get onto the story.

For me, the first day of high school felt as if I was a baby chick coming out of an egg. Of course, I had the right to feel that way because it was a whole different environment and a whole new game plan. I was super nervous walking to and from classes that I even got lost many times. My high school was big, with over 3,000 students and many programs. I was tiny to begin with and then I looked at other students, they were way taller than me, I felt out of place. On the bright side, I was not the only one who was lost; many other kids were lost, too. From there I began to make new friends and ended up circling the whole basement to find the lunchroom. Till today we still laugh at our silly mistakes. Overall, I felt like the four years of my high school experience were very memorable, but I learned the most my freshmen year.

My first week of high school went much better than I anticipated. I definitely stressed myself out quite a bit more than I needed to, but it was actually fun. You could say it was pretty “chill” as the kids say. Everyone who has ever been in Chorus misses Mrs. Hartung since she moved to the elementary school. But other than that, everything else is similar to last year. It's scary that I’ll already be looking at fancy college-y things when I read this letter a second time.

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.

It was sixth grade when I met Paige and Carmen. About five years ago, can’t believe it’s been so long. I moved to Lewis Central just the year before and I didn’t really have very many friends. I remember the first time I met them, it was Carmen’s first year here but Paige had been there for awhile. We all had band together Carmen played the clarinet, I played the flute and Paige played the trumpet. It was like we instantly found each other even though we didn’t know each other. We’ve been best friends ever since that year.

Today is my first day of high school and I don't think that I am prepared for the workload of all these honors classes, but I think that I may be able to find my high school sweetheart before the school year is over with. As I was walking through the hallway, I dropped all of my books on the ground and a guy named Terry came and helped me pick my books up. When our eyes met, it felt like love at first sight. I never knew that existed until I met him…

The first day of school as a freshman is always an exciting and nerve-racking time for most freshmen. You’re making that big transition from middle school to high school, and you’re excited to start this new life and see what it should offer. I was always told by my older sister to always be open to meeting new people and new ideas my freshman year. The part she forgot to warn me about was that I would possibly lose friends, and sadly, I did. As a freshman I learned quickly that some people change when they enter high school, that the peer pressure of fitting in is hard on some freshman and it causes them to do drastic things for “popularity”. I learned a valuable lesson my first week of freshman year and it has stuck with me for my entire high school career and it was to always be yourself, and never try too hard to fit in.

Dark, alone, and scared. This is what I felt my first day in high school. I went from a catholic middle school knowing everyone and their family to a public high school knowing no one. A once popular kid was now an awkward boy wondering around like a lost lamb in a huge school with not one friend. I went on for two in a half years like this before I realized I needed to change, break from my shell, and make friends. Who would of thought that decision would be life changing for me. Deciding to be who I truly am opened doors and created lifelong friends.

It can be rather strange when a memory from the past can remain so vivid in our head even after periods of time has passed by. By far my favorite example was the first day of high school. It was day of so many mixed emotions, a day that will remain so clear and fresh in my memory.

It was the first day of school for Grace, as she entered the doors of her high school she was officially a senior. When she got into her first class of the day she noticed a new kid, while the teacher was doing attendance she figured out that his name was Ivan. He was a tall, muscular kid with brown hair, he fit in well as people were talking to him. Some guys that Grace knew had convinced the new kid to do football. When they had their first game Grace was sure to come. She came with a friend of hers named Beca. “Why did you want to come to the game?” asked Beca, “you have always hated football.” As the game continued Beca could see Grace’s eyes following the new star player who she had met from first period in school. As the year kept going, Grace and Ivan started hanging out. She started to realize that she liked him, and that Friday, at their school’s homecoming game, Ivan asked her out.

Ring, ring, ring, the school bell goes off. “My first day of school and I’m already late I tell myself.” As I run up to the school doors I can see all of the teachers closing their doors ready to start the day. Luckily my class is still open and I run inside throw my things in my locker and make it to my classroom just as my teachers closes her doors. It was just like any normal year but that’s about to change.