My First Day Of College Class

I would describe myself as a very fast learner prior to coming to college here. I have been preparing for this step in my life ever since I was in school by participating in hard classes and being involved in my community. Keeping high A averages in my classes has given me the opportunity to become involved in national honor society and national art honor society but also granting me with the incredible trip to Blue Bonnet Girls State this past summer. I believe that involving myself in these three organizations gives me the extra drive a student needs to flourish as an aspiring student to UT Austin. I grew up in a good home as a child and my parents both pushed me to the best of my ability that thankfully got me accepted into this amazing university.

I think this is by far my strongest piece of writing, and something I will continue to revise and work through throughout my writing career.

“Unde?” I replied, wondering where he wanted me to go. What I didn’t realize was that he was saying ‘Hi!’, a common American greeting, and not requesting to come with him.

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.

When I was young I was bubbly and timid; a kid who tried to be nice to everyone and cause no drama. I always had a smile plastered on my face even if people had ignored me. I had a sense of naïveté to me, an aura of innocence. In the end of third grade I had been excited for summer, and all of the trips that would fall within it, but as we know, summer doesn't last forever. Before I knew it, fourth grade was approaching and my young self had a bittersweet feeling about this all. I never wanted summer to end, but I could await to see what fourth grade would bring me.

The ride could not have felt any longer, as I kept checking my watch. The driver looked at me in the mirror and said “Don’t worry little lady, you’re not going to be late. Besides, we’re already here! See?” I looked up as we pulled up to the front gates. There it was. My second home for the next five years, Palo Seco Secondary School. The the sight of the broken down, white and rusting school gates made me so incredibly anxious, that I stumbled out of the car clumsily as I exited the taxi in a rush. It was my first day of Junior High.

“Great things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle” by Abraham Lincoln. This quote is one of my favorites, it has motivated me in college and has pushed me to work hard. Regardless, of how many years I had to wait to begin this journey. On August 28, 2017, my life changed completely. I began my journey as a college student. I was extremely nervous but exited at the same time. I waited for this moment for so long. After graduating high school in 2009, I was not able to attend a University do to Immigration status in the United States, but luckily after 8 long years the wait was over. I was able to apply to a university and immediately get accepted. I remember walking around campus feeling so old. I was a 25-year-old, college freshman, surrounded by student’s fresh out of high school. I felt so out of place. Little did I realize, that college was going to be a total life changing experience for me.

It felt like it would be a normal day. I woke up hearing the sweet sound of birds chirping outside my bedroom window. It was my third day of kindergarten and I couldn’t have been more excited. I pushed aside my pink chevron covers and hopped out of bed. My mom dressed me in my favorite purple skirt with white polka dots, and a white shirt that said “SPARKLE” in big, bold, glittery purple letters. My hair was in two french braids with a purple bow at the bottom of each. My dad gave me colorful fruit loops with milk for breakfast and a small cup of sweet orange juice. I quickly swallowed it all up because I was so excited for school today and was yelling, “Daddy let’s go! It’s show and tell today! Come on I can’t be late!” Today we brought in our favorite things to school, and I decided to bring in my favorite color balloon. Dad giggled saying, “Abby, I’m almost ready, let me finish up my breakfast then we will be on our way!” I grabbed my balloon and ran outside. He finished while I was already waiting in the car. He opened my door, buckled me in my pink car seat, and then started up the car. The car ride was full of laughter, smiles, singing songs, and I enjoyed every minute of it.

For many of us our anticipation of what the first day of college should be is less or more of what is expected considering that some of us have never been to college or are returning to college. The feelings that we have not only are similar to most but, are very surreal to a lot and can be overwhelming. Being that I am 42 years old, going back to school to finally accomplish something with meaning had me excited yet, questioning whether this was for me. To be on campus with the majority of the students half my age unfortunately made me feel vulnerable and old. I knew going back, there would be many changes especially with today’s technology and new updated curriculums. The feeling that you want to be ready for whatever comes your way was by far augmented and overtaking. Nevertheless, if goals and ambitions is what gives you the drive to better yourself no matter what age, the outcome will supersede any ill feeling you had in the beginning. A glimpse of my first day merely covers the surface of what I felt and experienced going back to school after twenty some years.

First year as a middle schooler, I was always so excited of the thought of finally getting out of elementary. It was still kind of tough because my school which was a k-8 had closed down because of some law suits. I was suppose to stay with all of the friends I had all the way up to high school but we all went to different schools once ours closed down.

7th grade was not my year. The workload was more than I was used to, my teachers were bad, and I was overloaded with stress. But by far the worst part of 7th grade was my Texas History teacher, a man called Dr. Davis. Now, maybe it was my attitude towards the class (I’m not fond of Texas History), but I definitely think that even the most extreme pessimism could not have made me detest the class as I did.

Hearing so many good things and bad things about college I didn’t know what to expect and look forward to. That change my junior year knowing different college come every year I didn’t really pay it any mind what college I wanted to go to until ODU, Virginia State University and Virginia Teach came. It was Virginia State first year of visiting out school and I knew I wanted to go there I start getting e excited for college that were talking about their experience at college and what to look for when we graduated if we decided to go to college. Eager to start a new chapter college sound like it could be a little nerve wrecking but I thought I could handle it.

“The sun is a daily reminder that we too can rise again from darkness, that we too can shine our own light.” S. Ajna The first day of school was exciting. and had practiced I had new classes and was excited to meeting new people. The day went by fast, but I did not really make any new friends. As the months went by I started talking to other people in my classes and that was how I started making new friends. Junior was starting off great. Because I did not do great my Sophomore year on grades I dedicated all my time to school and decided to work even harder to make sure I would do better than the year before. I was so proud of myself when I ended first semester with 4 A’s and 2 B’s. I did so good first semester and I was really proud

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.

It was a warm autumn morning and the sun was just rising on the horizon. I was already awake and ready for my first day at the college. Later I found myself standing crusted like a statue behind the white door which reminded me an endless emotional tension that I usually experience all the time while facing a simple for some people but for me a very difficult situation to deal with. For a long period of time a very deep anxiety and nervousness had been my only response to the situations when I had to interact with new people. Communication has always been an unsolvable issue in my life as long as I remember myself, which caused me a lot of trouble during my daily life and, i always tried to avoid it and couldn 't find a will-power or capabilities to overcome it meanwhile realizing that my life would have been a lot easier than at that moment.