My First Day In High School

While sitting in a new class with new students and a new teacher, my mind swarmed with anticipation for the new school year. To which, my first ever African-American teacher entered the room with a bellowing loud sneeze. John Doe appeared, and while he was a tall and athletic, he also was very inspiring to be around. For when one sat in his class, there was never a dull moment; from all the soccer tricks, he was a professional soccer player at one point, to the brute memorization of everybody’s birthday, encouraged student to learn more than what was in a textbook.

My mom and grandmother took me to the school that day. First,we went to the office where the secretary gave us forms to fill out. Next,we met Mr.Bobby Neal in the office. He was friendly and made me feel better about my move. Afterward, we met Mrs.Smith. She gave me a schedule and recruited Taylor Pounds to be my guide for the day. As I met each new teacher,

Working with Mr.Burnsky in his U.S history class has been a great experience for me. Being his aid helped me discover that I want to major in education in college. His teaching style inspired me to become a teacher and show that I can make a impact to student. Some of the significant accomplishments were helping students to stay on track and to complete their assignments. This was good because as the quarter ended, some students needed a push to make it through. I observed Mr.Burnsky’s effective teaching style and saw how the students responded to him in a positive manner. I made most of my time in the classroom by organizing Mr.Burnsky’s papers and helping him make the classroom more creative. For example, when the students were learning about the Great

I am Elisabeth Ocegueda, a freshman at Harrisburg High School with a, hopefully, bright future. When I first met Mr. Hartzler I was a little, lost twelve year old girl in middle school who didn’t quite know were she belonged. Mr Hartzler was one of the first teachers I had come to know that had enough energy to make an English class fun. Mr. Hartzler let me express myself and even though he might not know it, he is one of my favorite teachers because I knew that in contrast to other teachers, he actually cared about me and my future. I was never judged in his classroom and I was slowly but surely able to find myself. Over all, Mr. Hartzler will always be a teacher that I respect and that I will remember for my whole life. Thanks to him, I know who I am and what is right.

Some people remember elementary as all fun and games. Others barely recall it at all. I remember it like a “cottonfield across the road…on the outskirts of Memphis” (Sanders 1). Isolated and lonely. It wasn’t exactly the happiest period of my life. “[My classmates’] faces in memory are utterly blank” (Sanders 1), but the memories are not. The words that were said. Tears that were shed. Although it was a hard time, the events of those years affect me to this day.

I arrived in the school gym and noticed the abundance of people and noise. Then I noticed my friends. Elliot was on the other side of the gym floor and, Maggie and Nick close to where I was standing. We talked about how we would would like our teachers to be. I made my way to my first class. Math with Mrs. Aldridge, up the stairs, to the left and a few doors down. Mrs. Aldridge was a typical homeroom teacher, very nice and proactive. Her room was not as full of color than I was used to but it was typical.

We started the first day of sixth grade with a lot of butterflies in our stomach? What if we don’t get to class in time? What if we go to the wrong place? What if we forget about TA or lunch? What if our chromebook dies? Just a lot of unneeded nerves. Now going to first hour I had comm, but I didn’t really know anyone well or even a little in that class. Mrs. Robinson was nice and was a fun teacher. People may say she is strict, but it's all part of good

If given the ability to travel back in time to my first day at Westside High School, and I was able to change my high school experience with advice to my freshman self, I would leave him with these five pieces of advice: sit on the right side of the gym, get involved with a team sport, study/do homework, be more cynical of the people he considered his “best” friends, and enjoy the underclassman years as much as possible. I wouldn’t want to completely remodel my high school years because I am pleased with how things turned out for me. However, it would be arrogant to say that I wouldn’t change a thing, and that I did everything right the first time around. If given this opportunity, I would do my best to tell myself said things in order to create a better version of myself. A version that is more (1) timely, (2) goal oriented, (3) responsible, (4) college prepared and (5) perspicacious.

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 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.

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.

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

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.

"Today  is August 10th, 2065 and it is my first day of Year 6 and I am only 9 years old." I sighed as I finished speaking for the online journal and I watched the spoken words turn to typed words on the holographic screen. I closed my eyes and put my head in the palm of my pale hand as I closed up the journal, unable to think of anything else to write at the moment. After a few more seconds of just sitting at the desk, I decided I could just finish writing later, so, I decided to get ready for my final year at the Skill School.

My homeroom teacher was Mr. Williams, he was also my science teacher and I had his class first thing in the morning and very last before I