My First Day In High School

The week leading up the first day of high school I was really excited. I could not wait to see all my old friends and the ones I had made in the previous school year. I could not wait to get back into a daily routine. On the night prior to the first day I got a great nights rest. I was walking in confident that it was going to be a great day and a great overall year. I got to meet all my teachers and they all seem amazing. I can already tell that it is going to be a great year. I can already tell high school is going surpass middle school and elementary school by far. The amount of class options seem unending I can not wait to try psychology next year. I wish there was more room in my schedule so I could take more classes, or having an optional zero or eighth period so I could take extra classes. I know that I am on the path for success and it is my peers, teachers, and the Owen J. Roberts school district curriculum that helped is helping me walk down that path.

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.

Dinner on the first day was a fest to celebrate our first day at Danville Academy. Though curfew had been set earlier. James, Fred, Shawn, and I were the last ones out the hall. We did not talk much as we were tired. The next week went about the same other than the fact Mr.Jackson picked on almost every kid in the classroom. Someone even started crying in class the middle of the week. It had been about two weeks when the first kidnapping accord.

It was a cold, dreary, January morning-- the first day back from Christmas Break. This one was different than past years though, as I find myself driving on I-10 and foreign roads, to my new high school.

Imagine the first day of highschool, of course being a freshman doesn’t help calm your nerves, a new community you’re being thrusted into with little previous knowledge of it. You have all these ideas in your head of everything that your least excited for like the amount of homework, the location of your classes, and waking up early, luckily everyone keeps reminding you high school is a great experience and it won’t be so bad. You know you need to look good and act a certain way, after all you're not in middle school anymore. This is a new journey and it’s yours to enjoy.

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…

I cried and cried but my mom insisted, “You have to go.” I whined back, “ I don’t want to!” Everyone was already in the car ready to go, and I refused to leave my home for eight hours without my mom there with me. I eventually gave in and got in the car with my older sister, and brother.

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

I have already been in UH Hilo for three days. During my time here, I have had a few struggles as a freshman, such as looking for textbooks, finding a seat in a crowded room, lacking the necessary items, and most of all, getting lost. It always seems to happen to me on my first day in a new environment. On my first day of high school, I had to get security to drive me to my classes because I was late from searching in the wrong place. Then when I had changed high schools, I was so close to staying in the wrong classroom, if not a classmate of mine told me. Soon, I had graduated from high school, and the process of being confused and lost started all over again. I am sure most students go through this struggle, unless they took a campus tour before. However, there are still ways that we can make it easier for all of us. The solutions range from signs to maps to a helping hand of a fellow student.

Shortly after I made it to the high school, a bell rang to signal the students in the parking lot that it was time for another year to begin. Everyone stopped their conversations and began to rush into the doors of the school, except for me. I sat in my brother’s truck and nervously bit my nails. My palms had began to sweat while thinking about the new journey that I was about to embark on. Thoughts

The day started off pretty good, the birds were chirping, the grass was green, it was a beautiful August morning. I was listening to my happy, epithalamic, and soothing music before I had to leave. It was the first day of school, we had just moved to Parma from Seattle Washington. I never really had trouble with making friends, so I was fervid to meet new people. The city seemed perfect for me. I felt untrammeled and joyous in my new neighborhood. The city gave me a great aesthetic pleasure. I expected the school to feel the same. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Leaders aren’t born, but trained. Leaders aren’t elected, but developed. Life-long leadership comes from working on oneself in specific ways to better himself/herself so that he/she may attain their goal or that of their higher up leader. My story of this life-long process starts on the first day of my High School career. I sit in my first class of the day and a tall, demanding man marches into the room with a presence that sweep your attention not with whimsical beauty, but with respect and dignity.

The first day is always the hardest. You go from being the leaders of the school, to the babies of the school.

It was an early school morning and I was so excited to get to my first day of school. Just thinking about it made me feel bubbly and smile. Coming back to school and seeing all my friends who I haven’t talked to in two months made my little third-grader self feel so delighted. I ran downstairs to make my daily bowl of cereal for breakfast. As I opened the brown wooden cabinet I reached all the way to the back of the cabinet with confidence

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.