My First Day In High School

I tried to blink in my tears, because the last thing I wanted was to end up crying like a loser on the first day of school. "Mom, I'll be fine.". I certainly was not fine. I was anything, but fine. I took a long, deep breath as my eyes met the sight of Johnson, an enormous school with kids bustling in and out like bees. I knew I was in for something big, but big doesn't always mean better, right? Time was ticking by, and I had an obnoxious feeling luring in my stomach, worse than any type of butterflies. I turned on my music, completely redid my hair and started tapping on the dashboard with my nails. Oh gosh, I literally was doing everything to get my mind off going to school. However, that became quite impossible when my mom stopped the car in front of the main entrance of high school. I was so close to pinching myself, hoping that this was some messed up dream. But it was, unfortunately, reality. After observing a bit, I couldn't help but laugh at the diversity of all the kids that were walking in. Some were jumping with joy, others laughing for what seemed to me no apparent reason, and some who hunched as they sluggishly walked

As the story goes, it was my first day as a freshman at Poplar Bluff High School. As I stepped off the bus to my new school, I found myself unfamiliar and nervous. My first instinct was to find my friends on such a wide campus, but, class would be starting soon so I wouldn’t have time. “Guess I will just get to my first class early”, I thought to myself while walking in the shivering, cold weather.

It was August and school was just around the corner. I was going to be a freshman that year. It wouldn’t be too bad if I hadn’t just moved to the west side of Cleveland. Once again, I was going to be a new kid, but I guess we all were because we were freshmen. Later I found out that the school I would be attending, John Marshall High School, was a 9th grade academy. They separated us from the upperclassmen because the High School wasn’t big enough. Construction workers were in the process of building the new high school that year, so that grades 9-12 could be together. We were placed in an old middle school, it sucked! I wanted the real high school experience, but in this situation, I still felt like a child.

Students started to pile in and I started to get more nervous. She quickly showed me my seat next to a girl who was absolutely gorgeous. She has long dirty blonde hair, and the fleekiest eyebrows I have ever seen. I sat down and we exchanged smiles. "Hey, I'm GiGi." I looked at her, still smiling, and introduced myself. "I'm Emerson, I'm new, well obviously." She laughed, "Where are you from?" I took off my backpack, and sighed, "Uhm, Wisconsin. It was a huge move. My dads job moved him out here. It's so different, much bigger than my school." She nodded and opened her mouth to say something, but the bell rang and students sat down.

The bus hissed to a stop and I stepped on for the first time that year. It was my seventh-grade year and I was finally in middle school. The middle school scared me. The big halls, multiple buildings, and two gyms! I had been in the building before but it never seemed real. Stepping off the bus, I finally realized that it was a huge school. I was overwhelmed the first day, but I soon got used to it. However, now I’m an eighth grader. I can officially say that I have survived middle school. The halls aren’t so big anymore, the two gyms are normal to me, and multiple buildings have combined into one. Over the past two years, the middle school has become home to me and I will never forget the wonderful memories that happened in this building. The past two years have become a blur and I have learned more than I could ever have imagined. I have new friends that I can call family, my responsibility, and new

It was a cool, crisp winter morning. I walked into Lincoln middle school and I heard my parents wish me luck. I took a deep breath and I walked through the entrance. My coat sleeves flopped around, empty. My boots clunked on the tile floors. I am not going to have fun here. School has never been enjoyable for me, I mean first of all I have to talk to a computer most of the time. And everyone, I mean everyone stares. A hard, cold stare that gave me chills the first time I received it. Oh, and if I haven’t mentioned yet, I don’t have any arms.

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 all started when I woke up to my alarm at six twenty. I tried going back to sleep, but my alarm was louder than a police siren. I proceeded to do my morning routine, so I could go to school restored. After that, I dressed up and fixed up my book bag for the school day.

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.

"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.

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.

Everyone always says how everything changes in high school. You’re treated with more responsibility and more homework, just more of everything. There is a big transition from junior high to high school. The thought of entering high school for me was exciting and scary all at once. The fact that I’ll be with all of the big kids was pretty scary and being in high school and being a part of it was exciting.

Wow Ive came this Far to the first day of me becoming a grown up. It was pretty cool it was the first day of the rest of my ¨life¨ my grown up life. I had my outfit all set up on the chair by my bed, you could definitely say that i was prepared.

My heart was pounding and I couldn't sit still. It was the first day of school. While summer had just reached its peak, here I was at summer school. Thankfully, I had never failed a class. I just wanted to get a bit ahead in high school. It was a decision that I was beginning to regret. I could still be sleeping in my cozy bed at home, but yet I chose to take summer school, and here I was. I was in my dad's car, it was precisely 8:24 and class started at 8:30. We were parked in front of the school and I had no idea where to enter from or where to go. My stomach was full of butterflies and I was already filled with fear. After my dad called the school and found the door they had specified, it was time to go. As I was getting out of the car, my dad yelled "Have a nice day!", "Easy for him to say," I thought. Not only did I not know anybody in the school, I was sure that 95% of the kids in summer school would have failed the class previously, leading me to question their friendliness and behavior. In addition, I was also sure that everyone there already had freshman year under their belt, meaning they would be familiar with the school. I was the odd one out, fresh out of 8th grade and not even a freshman. "At least I will know the building when high school actually starts," I thought as I walked to the door.

On the first day of junior year I woke up bitter, tired, and angry. I knew this year would be the toughest year of my high school career and in no way shape or form was I looking forward to it. I went to school as if it were any other first day, greeting friends and trying to fight through the crowd to get to the locator list where I would find my first period teacher. After five minutes of pushing and shoving, I finally reached the front and found my name. I traced my finger along the dotted line to find “Mr. Hall”. I had never heard of this teacher before, therefore I knew this was a bad sign. The bell finally rang and junior year had officially begun. I walked into Mr. Hall’s class and I had already concluded that he was the happiest,