My First Day In School

1.Contact with members of the lower castes always reminded him painfully of this physical inadequacy

"Do you know anyone yet?" I asked, only somewhat curios, but mostly distracted by the way she looked away and bit her lip when I asked about her.

I was in the bathroom getting ready for the first day of the third trimester of 8th grade, I was comfortably singing in my bathroom thinking I was alone. After getting ready I opened up the door and look in the hallway flustered to see my mom filming me singing. I was embarrassed and my cheeks turned bright red as I ran towards the front door to jump into my shoes and catch the bus. I went to school and it was a regular day, I had new classes and one of them was with my favorite teacher, Mrs. Gates. I never thought I would build up the confidence to sing infront of people ever but Mrs. Gates but i started to rethink that when my teacher told the class that at the end of this week on friday we will have auditions for a solo of the choir. I felt this uneasiness in my stomach and thought I was about to embarrass myself by throwing up in front of the whole class. I went the whole day just thinking about that solo.

“What’s the teacher like in that class?” We walked out of the classroom together before I had formed a simple enough answer. “I don’t really know, I don’t listen in class a lot. But I know that Mr. Bonewitz is the basketball coach, if that’s important.” She reminded me of the kind of girl that would play basketball. She nodded in response. I hoped that my statement of not listening in class hadn’t upset her at

I ecstatically jumped out of my bed as my alarm blared in my ears. Yes, I was excited. It was my first day of middle school after all! I put on my clothes I set out the day prior, and ran downstairs to get my things. I remember being so excited I was completely ready for school half an hour before I needed to be. I even remember what I wore… Mostly. I was wearing a light pink beanie, green leather jacket and blue jeans with my black converse...I think. To be completely honest, I don’t remember my shoes or shirt underneath my jacket. But it all fell apart after I left and got to the bus stop. I suddenly got chills and knots in my stomach and was happy to have one of my best friends, Jasmine at the bus stop with me.

I stood there firmly and unchanging. My blouse became a sponge as I begged and pleaded not to go inside. "Quiet down Christine! We're in public!,” said my mom. As two women reached for my arms, I grabbed a nearby pole and latched onto the ground. With no success, my concrete feet were being forced beyond the doors and there was nothing I could do. My spirit was drowned out by the roaring inside as the weight of defeat fell heavy on my shoulders. It was my first day of school in a new suburban community and district known as Alief.

Zach is in his moms van driving to his new school. He had just moved to Menomonee Falls from his old home in New York. This would be his very first day of high school, he was nervous and was wishing he could be in new york going to school with his friends. The car then came to an abrupt stopped. He grabbed his backpack from the back seat. His mom than said “Have a great day at school. I love you.” Zach then replied with “Thanks, Love you too.” He hopped out of the car and walked into the huge school. Then he pulled a crumpled note out of his pocket and look at it. It was his locker number and combination. After 5 minutes of looking for his locker he found his beat up paint chipped locker. Zach grabbed the lock and put in the combination. The locker swung open with force. He quickly put his bag in it and than slammed it shut. Zach then looked at the clock and saw the time, he only had 2 minutes to get to his class. He ran to his class as fast as he could. He entered the class and saw an old balding man with blue polo and brown pants. Zach sat down it the first seat available, it was next to a boy that looked to be his age. The boy was wearing a stained yellow shirt and purple shorts. He had on a pair of glasses on and acne all over. The boy then turned to Zach and said “Hey you look new, I am Alex. What’s your name?” Zach responded by saying “I am Zach, and yeah I am new. I just moved from New York.” Alex said, “Oh that's cool” but then was cut off by the teacher. The teacher

On the first day of school I woke up at 6:00 in the morning. Once I woke up I was so excited to go back to school, see all of my friends, and learn. After I woke up I got dressed into my white lace shirt, my jean capris, and my blue converse. After I got changed I put my Apple Watch on my left wrist. After I put on my Apple Watch on I went upstairs and did my hair into a ponytail. Then I ate breakfast. For breakfast I had a bacon, egg, and cheese omelette with toast, milk, and grapes. After breakfast I made my lunch which included a bagel with cream cheese and salami, some strawberries, a juice box, a water, and a bag of blueberry muffins. After I made my lunch I went back downstairs and brushed my teeth for two minutes. After that I went in my room made my bed and then got my backpack together. After I got my backpack on I said bye to my family and went outside and waited for the bus. Once I got on the bus I sat in the front seat and went on my phone. Then I got off of the bus and made my way to the old gym. Once I got into the old gym I found my friends and we talked until the bell rang. Once the bell rang I walked to my locker and got all of my stuff for my first five classes. Then I went to my homeroom with Mrs.Strussione. With Mrs.Strussione, we talked about school rules and how we are all expected to follow them. We talked about the dress code and inappropriate clothing. We talked about alcohol and drugs on how they we forbidden in school. And we talked about

On a stormy Monday morning, a girl wakes up and barely drags herself out of bed and forces her small feet across the hallway and into the bathroom. The girl steps on top of her step stool and stares back at the mirror. With tired eyes she stares at the dark skin, dark eyes, and dark cornrows covered with her favorite colorful hair beads, looking back at her. She smiles at her rainbow colored hair and shakes her head with a giggle as she hears the beads shake around, going about her morning routine as usual. She brushes her teeth with her Disney princess toothbrush, showers, gets dressed and gets ready for another day.

Being born in December, I had to start school a year later. I hated this, though I was not that much older it still bothered me. I thought everyone was judging me because of my age, and the grade I was in. However, I knew that going to high school was my chance to graduate with my class. Throughout my freshman and sophomore year I pushed myself to come out of my shell; I went to my first dance, I joined the dance club, the softball team and sung for judges. The next year I was still determined to graduate early, so during registration I pleaded my case of why I wanted to graduate early. Another reason I really wanted to graduate early was because I was turning eighteen, and being adopted I knew my mom would no longer get help for me; as far as healthcare or food assistance. I was told that there was no guarantee that I would graduate early but just in case there was an opportunity I had an alternative schedule.

“Hi, I’m Olivia. And this is Skylar and Bella. You’re new here?” she asked. I smiled.

The first day of school, running in school with tears in my eyes, shredded with a wound in my heart because of my parents, dropping me off at school and leave me all alone. It was only me sitting at the corner of the entry door, all I see is strangers, run around screaming, jumping, and chasing playing with balls. Then, I started to wonder around the school, as happy as I was when I see there are foods. I lowered my backpack, reach for a couple of bucks which my mom gave me in the morning if I want to buy something to eat or drink. Afterward, I continue walking.

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

“Oh of course, being late to class is always a pleasure” I kept telling myself as I made way down the maze of hallways to finally find my psychology class. Walking in I quickly looked for a place to sit and I found an empty seat in the front corner of the room. The seat was by the window, which I knew, that would come in handy if I thought the class was boring, plus it helped that nobody was sitting there except for one person. Once I placed my bag down and got myself situated, I suddenly recognized the boy sitting beside me. My anxiety took over my body and tension in the room grew thick as he turned to face me and saw the girl who had once broken his heart.

Harper woke up full of energy and barely noticed the pain in her sore foot as she wrestled with her clothes under the covers before hopping to the bathroom on her crutches. The other girls in the dorm started to stir as their alarms went off and Harper – who always set her alarm ten minutes earlier than everyone else’s – was pleased that she was first in line for the bathroom.