My First Day In High School

During my first weeks at school, I kept my head down and didn’t talk much. I didn’t participate in class out of fear of drawing attention to myself and was too shy to approach anyone.

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.

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.

“You need to surround yourself with people who care about you. Who challenge you to grow. Who make you happy and appreciate all that you have to offer.” The message rang in my head as my mother offered me this advice, in attempt to quell my fear of not fitting in the night before my first day of high school. I was often scared to be myself. Being a persistent Asian with nothing but frequent late nights studying intensely to keep up, young male dancer, and closeted gay teenager were all facets of my identity that did not sit well in the minds of middle school bullies. However, my high school experiences brought me to realize that by integrating myself in a community of passionate individuals, I thrived immensely and found myself growing every day. Today, I no longer fear being unapologetically Marcus. With a profound clarity, I envision myself continuing my journey of self-improvement by studying at Carnegie Mellon as a design major.

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.

The fumy smell of permanent marker lingered in the air as I stared at the big red ‘F’ written across my returned paper. I looked over at my teacher, as she continued around the room, and was met with an icy cold stare of contempt. It didn’t seem to matter how good it was every essay I wrote was returned with the very same marking and without the slightest feedback. This was my rude introduction to writing, at the high school level, and one I wouldn’t soon forget. It is an experience that remains etched deep in memory.

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.

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 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.

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.

Anyone of us who has ever attended at school, we will surely never forget the first day at school. For me, I still remembered my first day at school because that is a memorable day in my life. Also, that was a special day because it was the first day that I discover a new environment around me. There are many things I had never known in this new environment, so I felt very nervous because I did not know anything. Furthermore, in my heart, I feel eager to explore the surroundings and excited to get familiar with new friends. In addition, I can learn a lot of new things at school which helped me expand my knowledge.

We flew through Japanese and English, and before we knew it was lunch. At recess Iris ordered a lunch order (which took her like 3 hours to decide). So we went to pick it up. Then we went to sit on the bench closest to the year 7 area.

It was my final week before summer break came to an end. I hated being the only child, living with my parents, who needed to prepare for the commencement of school. But, what made that thought even worse was having to attend a brand new school. The physical portion of everything was already finished. To start off, I ironed my clothes, bought school supplies, and organized each piece of material I’d need to use on my first day. On the flip side, I was not mentally organized for this new chapter in my life. Being a skinny African American that stands 6 feet tall didn’t help either. Ignoring the burden of wanting to fit in, I finally executed my final task that night, sleeping. The next day, August 17th, started the 2015-2016 school

On the first day of school I woke up at 6:30 a.m. to my alarm clock. I woke up and got dressed, in which I wore dark blue jeans, and a buttoned up shirt which I wore tucked in. I brushed my hair thoroughly and left it down. Then, My Dad drove me to school, and walked me up to the door. We said goodbye, I gave him a kiss, and then I walked not my new adventure. When I walked into the school, I headed to the old gym, in which I went looking for my friend. When I found my friend, Izzy, we hugged each other and jumped up and down out of pure excitement. After we talked for a few moments the bell rang and we headed for the exit. As we passed through the hallway I noticed that the white board in the hallway said to report to your home room