New life in a new country For many people, coming to school the first day always has been an exciting experience and like a little adventure. That very first day of school will become a significant day in everyone life, a day to celebrate. I had my first day of school too; I couldn’t remember all the details; but somehow, I can still feel the excitement and curiosity that I had at the time. It would be impossible for anyone to travel back in time to look back on their first day of school. But, I was lucky that I was able to have another opportunity to feel the same excitement and curiosity again. It was recently when my family moved to America. Growing up in a small town, everyone knows each other, so it was harder for me to say goodbye to everyone, especially my close friends. I was depressed on departing day because I knew I would miss my friends, family, foods, festivals, air, beach, and the sky full of stars. I knew it wouldn't be the same in America, but I had no choice at the time. “Is that tree dead?” my mother asked me after we leave the Dulles International Airport in D.C and on our way to our new home in America. I look around from the small taxi’s window, and I was quite surprised to see something so marvelous. This was the first time in my life I saw a tree quite big without a single leaf. I thought it was dead too, so I asked the taxi driver, and he responded me with a laugh. Later, when we arrived at our new home, I found out that the tree is just sleeping
I was starting my first day at a new school. My palms were sweaty, my heart was thumping, and I had butterflies in my stomach. I took a deep breath and walked towards the grey doors. I thought about what the new school would be like; how the teachers were and how the students were. I missed my friends from my old school. I walked through those big grey doors to a whole new place.
I went to school, except this time with a funny feeling, knowing this was the last time I would ever see any of them. All my friends and other family, I wouldn’t be seeing for a long time. Then the day came. We all woke up early that morning. My mom helped me and my brothers pack our bags and get ready for the flight. As a family we made our way to the airport with a drive that felt like it took a million years. Finally, we reached the airports and I was ready to collapse in a seat and go right to sleep.
I can remember sitting in class, feeling eyes burning through me, dodging inquisitive glances from all sides, and anxiously awaiting the bell to ring for lunchtime. As most people know, lunch is the most dreaded part of the first day at a new school. First day of school memories are still fairly vivid for me; my father was in the JAG corps in the Army and my family moved with biannual regularity. In fact, I even attended three different high schools. While this may seem highly undesirable to some, I learned an incredible amount about myself, the world, and other people through moving that I may never have learned otherwise. What I have learned about myself and the world will without a doubt contribute to my success in life and even law
That first day of school that morning was filled with nerves, and heading into the school year. I was ready as usual and as soon as the bus came, waved to my parents as usual. The bus ride
I was sitting in the back of the taxi in Ukraine. The car moved and I began to see the one I love fade into the gray night fog. I will never forget the feeling I had during that moment. Like something was being ripped from my heart - a moment of great despair as I leave both my family and my country.
In 2014 of October I moved to Georgia from Florida. I was leaving a place I had been living in my entire life. It was a tough situation as I knew moving to a different state and school could be difficult. I was very nervous as it was a new environment with different people and new types of school work. I was worried about not making friends or getting bad grades. That morning of school my heart raced. When I arrived at school I met new people and my teachers, I also figured out which teachers were bad and what teachers would be good. I left school that day very happy knowing I would have a great year. Later that week I started to become more familiar with the grading systems, behavior system and connections. at my old school they were called
Armed with new sneakers and a whole new vocabulary, I started my first day of school. It was a learning experience for both my parents and I, but when it was over I felt like I fit in. Kids do not care where you are from or if your English isn’t up to par. In fact they only cared about two things: how good you were at tag and what kinds of crayons you had. Lucky for me, I was doing great in both departments. I experienced my first year of elementary school alongside the friends I previously made.
When we get older,and seeing all of our old teachers and all of the new kids going to their first day of school, can really make someone reflect on their memories to meeting their best friends, first baseball games, meeting new people, and their first day of school.
In the school year of 2015-2016, I am a high school student now. I should be excited for this upcoming school. However, I felt nervous about this school year. I lay in my bed until my mom called me many times. After eating my wonderful breakfast, my mom and younger sister asked to get ready for school. I didn’t want to change my pajama. My dad called me from the downstair, “Iris, hurry up. It is time to school now.” I was unhappy to get out of my room. Even though I have been in the Memorial High School many times before this school year, I was afraid of being in my first day of school.
This summer, I worked at a television production company in the development department. I applied to the internship very last minute and was hired just a couple of days after applying. Before going into my first day of work, I memorized the company’s website, trying to gather as much information as I could from it. I was excited to learn that the development department was female lead and, according to the website, composed of mostly women. In fact, the majority of the leadership positions at the company were occupied by women. Both my family and I were happy and pleasantly surprised that I would be getting the opportunity to work in such a rare entertainment environment where it seemed that appeared be equally men and women.
different doors to enter the school. Each here to move on with their life’s. My first day of school
I was always looking forward to the first day of school, too see all my friends again, for the new teacher, new classmates, and to learn new things. I went to Chocachatti Elementary School. My father would always walk me to the front gate at the school for the first week. It happened up until 5th grade. That’s when it was time for me to walk in by myself, because next year I would be in middle school and that just couldn’t happen anymore. It was a weird feeling to not have dad by my side, there to comfort me in case I got scared, but I guess we have to grow up sometimes and just let go. Wow this has taken a depressing turn. Anyway, let’s go on to my experiences.
In this first unit of The First Days of School, Harry Wong presents three characteristics of an effective teacher. The three characteristics are: has good classroom management skills, teaches for mastery, and has positive expectations for student success.
The first day of school is nerve-wracking for most people, for me, the first day was especially terrifying. The first day of a college class is probably more crazy than all others. My mom and younger sister, Michaela, were busy taking pictures as I attempted to run out of the door. After being homeschooled for the last six years, I knew it would be a much different experience. I had been in my room alone doing school; I was content with where I was. The morning of the first day of class, I was so busy that I didn’t have time to be nervous. However, as I ran out the door, my heart rate elevated to a pace of 138 bpm. I felt older, nervous, excited, and anxious as I left for Pellissippi. Although it had been six years since I had been in a classroom, I realized that all of my worry was for nothing once I walked into Ms. Brown’s class.
The alarm clock buzzed loudly beside my ear. Feeling like a gong that was being hit repeatedly was placed right beside my head. I sluggishly pulled myself out of my bed and dragged myself to my closet. The words, first day of school moaned ghastly in my head. Summer was uneventful and school was just going to be hell. I picked out an old, worn out flannel and a pair of jeans to wear. Not rushing at all, I struggled to put the raggedy clothes on. They smelt like horrendous lies and rumors. Exactly what this state and my school are built on.