My First Day In School

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Growing up I was known to be a very shy child. I was too scared to talk to anyone and I was very reserved. I always have cared about what people thought about me. I didn’t want to wear “boy” clothes because I worried kids would make fun of me. I didn’t even make close friends until fifth grade. When I did finally feel comfortable at school and found amazing friends, I decided to switch schools shortly after for a chance at new opportunities. It lead me to standing alone in a crowded high school while I waited for that first bell to ring, so I could head to my first period class.

I woke up alarmed and breathing heavy. Fear coursed through my veins. Was it from the recurring nightmare I had for the past week or what was to come that day? I didn't know. Both seemed pretty bad to me and I wished neither of them would have to happen, but they did. That day I had my first day of school. I wouldn't mind if it would have been the year before, this year was different though. This past summer was the hardest thing I've done. I had to say goodbye to everything. My friends, my home, everything that ever made me happy. The only thing that I brought with me was my very precisely chosen wardrobe of cool toned shirts and expensive bottoms and my old and useless cat Luna. Our new house was on the edge of town, the richer side. But that didn't mean anything to me, neither did my dad’s new job. Nothing about this new start made me happy. I was perfectly fine in our old home, I had tons of friends and I was close with all the girls on my softball team. Everyone in the town knew me, and I knew everyone. The only person from our new town I knew was the sweet old lady who lived next door who brought cookies the day we moved in. She was a lot older than my parents even, probably in her seventies, but looked a bit younger with all the makeup she wore. She looks nice, but also like a typical rich older woman with all the expensive brands and jewelry she wore. Everyone in this neighborhood is like that though, and I feel out of place. I'm not usually the type of person to

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.

The rough but smooth texture of the newspaper is against my hand, I turn my head right and a feel water coming down from my eyes the sun has hit my eyes. The bus stops a woman a little darker than me sits down in the front, *gasp* " what is she doing, she is going to get in trouble" I whisper to myself. The movement of the bus made the hit my shoulder against the window, my lips move into a smile and my hand moves right to left, the woman replies with a smile in her face, I noticed two stops more and I am home the bus stops once again. Noises are in the background I look up and there is a white woman fighting with the lady I smiled to the bus driver was even in the white woman side.The bus driver kept repeating "Rosa, Rosa, Rosa" I am guessing that is her name she refused to give up her seat to the lady

When I pass a classroom, I saw a body fly like a football against the lockers. “I’m really getting tired of your crap dude!” the jock said while power walking. Then suddenly a teacher was charging toward the two kids and grabbed the two and took them to the office. Well it’s sucks to be those guys, but unlike them, I want to do something with my life. Then when I about to enter the classroom, The principal called my name. “Gabriel could you come with me to my

It is Monday morning, Mom comes into my room and taps me awake and says “Good Morning, Sarah!” I crawl out of bed, get dressed and brush my teeth, and then grab a muffin before I rush out the door to go to school. The bus is just pulling up to the stop just as I get there; I climb onto the bus and wave to the driver. Now on the bus, I hurriedly try and grab a seat all of the way in the back. As the bus takes off to the next stop, I sit down and stare out the window, not one person talks to me and I do not talk to any of them. School is the same way, I spend the entire day sitting silently and not paying attention to any of my teachers; only my interpreter knows I exist and I spend all my time with her, no one else.

“Don’t be late for school,” my mom said. “I know, I know,” I replied as I looked over my school supplies list to make sure I had everything. Today was my first day of middle school. I was so nervous! Would middle school be hard? Would there be a lot of homework? What would 6th grade be like? I had so many questions that were left unanswered. I looked at the time. It was 8:00. My bus would be coming at 8:12 so I had to go. Putting on my shoes, I said goodbye to my mom and left for the bus stop. I saw other students leaving their houses to get to the bus stop. I wondered whether any of them would be in my grade. Since I moved into my new house, I hadn’t met any of my neighbors. Perhaps one of them would be my friend by the end of the day. When the bus came, I quickly got on. I looked at the students getting onto the

As soon as I walked in I could feel the atmosphere that was incomparable to Russian school. It felt welcoming and very peaceful. As we walked upstairs I saw kids that looked happy. They definitely seemed to be enjoying school which was quite rare in my school. The registrar that we had to talk to first asked my parents some questions and I was just waiting for my turn to speak. She lead me to a room across from her office and knocked on the door. An old man opened the door and everything would have been great if only he had not had neon pink hair. I could feel my parents staring at him from behind me and I caught myself doing the same. He kindly offered us a seat and asked me a few basic questions. I told him my name, my grade, my favorite subjects and he moved on to questioning my parents. He finally got to the reason why we were there. An opening for one student in seventh grade was available and I was a possible applicant. I was so unprepared for this and my guess was that the final question was “Do you want to go here?” Another teacher came in and asked me some questions about math, probably checking my english

I was seventeen my mom woke me up that morning ’’Shatima wake up, school”. I laid there for about 5 minutes feeling tired; not wanting to get up. My mom comes back in the room and says’’ get up child now, time for school”. I stayed lying there on the bed feeling like I could not move. Ten minutes later my mom came back and said: “Shatima if you do not get your behind out that bed”. I took a deep breath. I got up slowly; though feeling like I was hit by a bus. If you could imagine that; I was exhausted. I got ready for school, left out the house, I was sitting in my math class. In room 201 the teacher was Mr. Johnson, sudden my heart felt like it was racing, the palms of my hand began to sweat. The room was spinning and then the room went

When we got to the grass I sat down on the grass looking around and playing with my fingers. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder and my heart started beating quickly again, I turned quickly wondering who it is. I see a girl from my class and said, “are you new to the school?” I felt my heart pacing and started to sweat a bit, I said quickly, “um, yeah, I'm new here.” She seemed like a nice girl, but my heart didn't stop pacing quickly. Then, the teacher came and told us to be quiet.

I walked into the center with my mother holding my hand and my mother signed me in for school at the front desk, including signing herself into work. I walked away from my mother into the classroom that I was assigned to and sat on the table with my classmates with Ms. Pat, my teacher at the time. Additionally, my teacher led us outside to play games in the playground, where I played with my fellow classmates and I was under the supervision of another Teacher Aide, while I played on the apparatus. There were some students drawing a picture for them on the beige lunch tables by the stairs to the entrance of playground in the front yard. Sometime had passed, it was becoming close to the time of the end of my mother’s work shift at the Preschool. I walked into the center’s entrance, where I saw that my mom was signing herself out on her time card and I started to cry because I did not like my mom leaving me alone at school by myself. After my mom left to her other job at the Goodwill at the time, a sub-teacher started to approach me, grabbing me into a tight grip on my forearm and dragging me into the girl’s restroom in front of the mirror above the sink. It was there at everything became in slow motion, “Why are you crying so ugly? Look at your ugly, White self in the mirror, crying like a disgusting child. Why are you getting beet red? Cry, cry until

I had woken up early and couldn’t think of anything else but how is my new school going to be like. My official language is Hindi which was my previous school’s language too. I was also happy because we didn’t have any uniform policy so I wore a navy-blue shirt and black jeans. First, let me tell you about my English language, I could only understand basic English works and few greetings. When I entered the school, I asked this over-weighted short guy, “where Office?” then he guided me right across the entrance, so rushed right into it since I was a little late. I gave the counselor my name and she asked me if I had my schedule. Everything she said was going above my head. I didn’t

The Second day of school, I had to go myself on a school bus. My uncle dropped me at bus stop. I was hoping someone to help me. I was really scared on the first day of school officially. I didn’t know English. I was not exactly sure what to do. Everything was new for me, coming to a new country, going to a new school, and the new language. All students knew each other it seemed like I was the only person who didn’t know anyone. I tried to stop thinking about all this, and kept walking straight down the hallway. That’s when a teacher came to me and gave me a paper. The paper had some writing on it. It said, “Welcome to USA” in my language, Gujarati. That made me happy and comfortable. However, the teacher didn’t know Gujarati; she just used

When we got to school my mom walked me up to the front gate. I gave her a hug and went into the cafeteria with all the other kids. I sat by myself until the proctors dismissed me. I walked to class with my friend Jasmine. “ Hi Bella,” my teacher said “are you having a nice day so far?” “Yes,my day is wonderful so far Mrs.Delahousaye.” “ Ok, go to your seat and get out your morning work.” I did what I was told. I did all of my morning work before Mrs.Delahousaye checked it. After I had first recess I Went to my backpack and got a small snack. The slide was my faverite place to play. I went down a few times, and I always hold on to the bars on the side. The next time I went down I held onto it again but my hand got caught on it and I looked back and fell of. I started to get tears in my eyes. I looked over to where my teacher was sitting and she saw the whole thing. I tried to get up but Mrs.Delahoussaye said stay sitting down and she would help me up. She then walked me up to the office and on the way we saw Mr.