My First Day In My New School

I never thought I would be the new kid. The town I grew up in had one broken street of small family shops and restaurants. The school I went to had one hallway of classes taught by teachers I knew by first name. The house I lived in had one neighbor who lived a mile down the road, with nothing else but corn on either side. Then suddenly, it seemed like my life changed in an instant. Two years ago, I had to leave my hometown, say goodbye to the house I grew up in, and worst of all, start a new school in the middle of the year. I dreaded my first day at Logan High School seemingly more than anything ever before.

Walking into my first day of class, I expected nothing more than a boring lecture and simple assignments that would require little to no effort. I was under the impression that this class was only going to be a waste of my time (since I only enrolled in it to satisfy my minor), and I started the semester anticipating that my success in this course would be a cakewalk. Much to my surprise, I was introduced to a professor who displayed a passion for social work and a class full of peers who had a wide range of passions, from international adoption to addictions counseling. From then on, I was sure that my initial impression of Interviewing and Documentation was incredibly off base.

As i reached the door and I looked at my mom with desperation of not wanting to enter the dreaded new class room. My mom pulled me over into a corner and crouched down to my level, and looked deep into my water filled eyes. she slowly tucked my awkward length bangs behind my head band, as she watched tears make there way from my eyes to my chin. She looked at me and said “I know what your going through- I switched from school to school growing up,” I nodded quickly as I sniffled and wiped my tears onto the backs of my hands. She said as she hugged me. “ Life is full of firsts, First day of school, first time you have a sleepover, the first time you go to the mall by yourself- I will always be there to help you, but sometimes your going to have to do somethings without me.” as she smiled at me i started to catch my breath. “ wipe your tears away and go in their and be confident and kind and don’t be afraid of anything or anyone- have self confidence and you will be able to do anything!” I took a deep breath and walked into the room, and smiled and said to the class “Hi- I’m Katie,” the whole class looked and smiled and said hi back to

Everyday begins the same as other days. This morning I was in a rush, trying to get myself to go to school. It was my first day of second. I felt sad and excitement. The night before I had my band new school uniform led all out and ready to be weared for the first time.I got out of my bed quickly and went straight to the bathroom. The floor was cold and the birds outside were charping. The early morning breeze blow against my skin, and I can feel the chills . I brushed my teeth and got dressed really quickly and went to my mom. She had long dark brown hair and when sunlight shines on her hair it turned into a reddest brown. I always loved my mom’s beautiful hair. “ I wonder what will the future hold for me?”

The thought of attending a new school always made me nervous and worried. It would be hard to leave the people I grew up with behind. I was so use to the same every day routine, but now I have to change my ways. Today, I start my first day at my new school. The emotions rushing through my body was a feeling no words can describe. I attended Holland High School for twelve years, and now I have to start fresh at a new school. Nguyen High School was a new beginning, new faces, and a new environment. Although I never wanted this to happen, the memories created at Nguyen High School are unforgettable.

I transferred into an all girls catholic school junior year, and it was and it was the most awful experiences to date. The only good part about attending the school was that it helped me recognize that I had severe anxiety, other then that there is nothing that I took out of going to school there.

The first day of a student’s high schools can be be a terrifying and stressful situation and this way definitely true for me. Leaving middle school I didn’t have very many friends even though I was in band and talked to kids while I spent my time there. But my first high school activity wasn’t the first day of school. It was band camp and I was actually more stressed out for band camp since most of our marching show is learned during that time. It turns out though, that band camp would be where I made some of my greatest friends.

In the words of Harry Wong, “The first day of class is the most important day of the school year”. Since this day is so important I will have had to prepare a few things before the day actually starts. I will have assigned seats in my classroom before the day starts, and I will have written my bell work activity for the class before they arrive. Finally, I will have all the materials I need for that day within reach, so I am prepared for transitions.

I entered the school and the hot air hits my face. There are lots of people there, smiling. I didn’t know if it was a fake smile, but it made me feel welcomed. I went into the office to get my schedule. When I got it I went directly to my Science classroom and sat in my seat. The teacher called me up to introduce myself. “Great, just what I wanted, to make a fool out of myself on the first day.” My face felt numb and I wanted to go home. I went up and felt my voice struggling to get out, my body trembling as if I just fell into a tub of water. My first words came out“ M…..M…..My name’s Jeff.” At that moment I thought that I was done for, I was walking back to my seat, and I thought that I heard laughter. My face went red hot, and I thought that I was going to flip out, I just held it all in and started to listen as the teacher talked.

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.

Over the past few weeks, I have had the opportunity to learn more about myself, and my leadership strengths and weaknesses. Prior to the first day of class, I was not sure what to expect, or what I would personally gain out of the Intermediate Leadership Experience. With that being said, this was an eye opening experience. I completed several module entries that have given me the opportunity to develop a plan to improve over the next 3 to 5 years. The modules covered, included Self-Development through Feedback, Leadership and Followership, Leadership Influence on Subordinate Behavior, The Adaptable Leader, and Effective Negotiations. While each module brought to light a ton of information, I was able to find a concept from each module

When I went in to pick my classes for my first semester at college I was super excited. Then they told me there was a mandatory class that all incoming first time in college students had to take. I rolled my eyes and sighed as they described the class to me. I would have to participate in school events, and had to go to the support center, and do things that I thought were going to be the big waste of my time. On the first day of class, we learned about the different topics that we were going to cover, and also about the assignments that we had to do throughout the semester. Even though I wasn’t too thrilled about the G.P.S assignment, I was even more scared about the final essay. I thought I wasn’t going to learn anything, and that I was going to have to struggle to write this final essay. Now that we are wrapping up the semester I can honestly say that my college education has benefited from taking this class. I have learned so much more than I thought I was going to learn. The things that I took the most out of were the financial literacy, time management, and lastly the professor.

Everyone goes through hard times in school. It can vary from reading to writing, math to science, or simply just interacting with the people that are in class. In this instance, reading and writing were not strong points for me before third grade and didn’t get much better as the year went along. The teacher that I had was a terrible teacher; she gave me absolutely no help and handed me bad grades without clear reasoning. In fact, I realized how much she hated me, but to this day, I will never know why. That year made me learn being a good student in class, participating and asking questions frequently are rude habits to have in the classroom. Since the teacher and I did not see eye to eye, this made weak points such as reading and writing

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 another hot day in the month of August. As I gingerly stepped out of the baby blue Toyota Avalon, my forehead was already forming little droplets of sweat. But I wasn’t perspiring because of the humidity levels it was for the fact that I was about to start my first day at a new school. It’s an intimidating experience going to school with people you don’t know but it’s also worthwhile because we have the chance to make new friends. Anyway, as I stepped into the, “newly renovated,” building I was utterly disappointed with the size of it. On the outside it looked like a decent size building but that was not the case inside. After analyzing the building I quickly shrugged my shoulders and walked upstairs to my homeroom. As I reached the room my nostrils sensed a foul smell. This scent carried a mixture of bleach, sweat, and nature. So while I was trying to avoid smelling this awful scent a short, husky kid about my age walked towards me. This kid name was Jordan and he was mess. First of all, this kid stunk, he had a small bleach stain on his shorts, his Jordan’s were fake, and his hair was just nappy. So as Jordan started to approach me I was trying to look for a way to avoid him. Unfortunately, that didn 't happen so he started talking to me. From that little conversation we had I could tell this dude was pretty chill. So I hung out with him and that day had to be one the best school days in my life. The funny thing is, I realized this kid I was already judging before