My First Day Of High School

The first day, I woke up two hours early to get ready. I got my hair done and my makeup looked pretty. My mother had to drive me to school because I didn’t know my bus number. When I arrived to school, I thought we were in the wrong place, or my mother took me to the mall by accident. The high school was two floor high (looked higher), had a large football field that could fit a large air plane, and parking lot that could fit hundred cars. I needed to get to the registration office because the day I picked my class schedule they told me someone was going to show me around. After looking around for any signs and trying multiple doors, I looked for someone to show me the way. My English was not bad, but I still had to

It was my first day of highschool and I was super nervous. “Would I make friends? How would the boys judge me? How would everyone as a whole judge me?” was all I could ask myself. My sister told me to dress cute so that I could hang out with her and the “seniors.” She told me if I looked anything like a bum she would disown me. I was hurt by her words even though she intended for it to be a joke. In someway I felt as if she was serious. I looked in the mirror and made sure I perfected my hair and outfit. I wore a red materialistic Calvin Klein dress with shoes everybody loved which were Jordan’s. My sister straightened my once long hair that my mother made sure was healthy. My mom always said girls with long hair was much prettier. I planted that in my head like planting a peach tree. School started at 8:00AM but my sister said pretty girls always takes their time getting dressed and arrived late. By me being new to everything, I just wanted to fit in. We waited for my sister friends to ring the doorbell. Once everyone gathered up we started walking to school.

It was the very first day of school and at Lewis Central sixth grade is the year you start middle school. I wasn’t really nervous at all until I got to the school and most of my friends found their closer friends, and our usual “click” wasn’t together anymore. First thing in the morning we went to the commons area and the principal gave us a long, drawn out introduction to the school, and you could easily tell everyone else hated it too. We had to take a tour of the school really fast because the seventh and eighth graders were coming soon. We quickly learned that the first lie schools tell you is that “you won’t get lost.” and “upperclassmen will help you if you do”. After we were finished with the worst tour ever, we were dismissed to our homeroom class for another lecture on guidelines and expectations of the school.

Here it is! My first day of freshman year at Osseo-Fairchild High School. Being that I come from a small town, I do not get a brand new high school. Today, I literally move upstairs. It´s like moving into a new room in your house, you are still in the same house, just a new room. Along with the move, we acquired several new teachers. I had known them for a significant portion of my life, so they weren’t new to me, just more people inside the sea of monsters handing out homework. I begin walking up the stairs to go to my new locker, number 265. As I ascend the staircase, it feels as though a cloud of perfumes and axe ,trying to mask the prepubescent body odor of stinky middle schoolers, has been lifted off of me. I can for once actually smell clean, fresh air, and by that I don’t mean the many assortments of Febreze scattered throughout the middle school classrooms. Trying to find my new locker becomes a struggle unto itself. Although our school is small, the rows upon rows of lockers seem like a maze. There it is! Locker 265, disappointingly smaller than mine from last year, in fact it’s half the size! My backpack, heavy as a rock, falls to the ground, along with my dance team duffle bag, and pom poms among other locker decoration necessities. A feeling of dread comes over me, how will I ever fit all of these things into my locker? It’s impossible! At that moment I remembered that I can easily throw my duffle bag into my dad’s office. Luckily, my dad

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.

My first week of high school went much better than I anticipated. I definitely stressed myself out quite a bit more than I needed to, but it was actually fun. You could say it was pretty “chill” as the kids say. Everyone who has ever been in Chorus misses Mrs. Hartung since she moved to the elementary school. But other than that, everything else is similar to last year. It's scary that I’ll already be looking at fancy college-y things when I read this letter a second time.

"Today  is August 10th, 2065 and it is my first day of Year 6 and I am only 9 years old." I sighed as I finished speaking for the online journal and I watched the spoken words turn to typed words on the holographic screen. I closed my eyes and put my head in the palm of my pale hand as I closed up the journal, unable to think of anything else to write at the moment. After a few more seconds of just sitting at the desk, I decided I could just finish writing later, so, I decided to get ready for my final year at the Skill School.

The day was geared to be a short but exciting one that officially kicked off when the school bell rang, signaling to the student body that it was time to gather in the courtyard for the morning assembly that commenced with a morning prayer. After, our school’s principle Mr. Jeffery, welcomed the first formers like myself. Though his speech was a typical and boring one, very much apparent by students being distracted and talking among themselves, much like my friends and I also did, it was still appreciatively short and to the point. After the assembly, as we we were being march back to our classrooms I peeked into some classrooms and observed the schoolyard and the school building in amazement.

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.

The year is 1998, today is my first day in high school. I have lived most of my life in New York but my parents decided to move to Washington. "Sweetie, it's time to go." My dad said peaking through the door of my bedroom. "Just a second." I said as I packed my black backpack. I ran down stairs and through the kitchen. "Honey, you forgot your lunch." My mother said running behind me. She had woken up early to make me lunch. "Oh thank you." I said kissing her on the cheek. "Be safe." She said waving to my dad and I. I hopped into his truck and we drove off.

Highschool, what everyone seems to look forward to, till the day comes. As an incoming freshman many questions come - Will my friends still be there after summer that I haven’t seen? Is it as hard as others say it is? Will I have friends in my classes? Will the teachers like me? As hard as it seems once you realize that almost everyone around you is wondering the same things there is really no reason to worry.

BEEP! BEEP! My alarm went off. i knew instantly what today was. it was none other than the first day of school the day i have been dreading since summer started. but today was not any first day this one was as scary as a beetle because it was the first day of highschool. i thought high school was the scariest thing ever because of all the movies and the television shows that i watched portrayed it as ten percent learning and ninety percent bullying. the only people in the shows and movies that got bullied were the nerds and i was a nerd. The stairs creaked as i went down to the kitchen to get some breakfast. then my mom stopped me and said “the breakfast at school is free so you're going to eat it” so then we got in the car and my mom drove me to the bus stop. i hated busses. it confused me that we were taking the bus when i knew that she could have taken us herself but we had to. The bus made its way to the stop and i got on and to my surprise there were no seats. i tried finding anyone i knew and i had no luck so i had to sit next to two other people when the seats are only able to hold two. When i thought the bus couldn’t get any more crowded we stop at a popular stop and more people get on. The bus would stop a few more times until we got to the high school. we were packed like sardines in that bus but then everyone got off. we got there pretty late. The doors were wide open and i could see it all it was a big school with big kids. My stomach rumbled and i wondered were

“You need to surround yourself with people who care about you. Who challenge you to grow. Who make you happy and appreciate all that you have to offer.” The message rang in my head as my mother offered me this advice, in attempt to quell my fear of not fitting in the night before my first day of high school. I was often scared to be myself. Being a persistent Asian with nothing but frequent late nights studying intensely to keep up, young male dancer, and closeted gay teenager were all facets of my identity that did not sit well in the minds of middle school bullies. However, my high school experiences brought me to realize that by integrating myself in a community of passionate individuals, I thrived immensely and found myself growing every day. Today, I no longer fear being unapologetically Marcus. With a profound clarity, I envision myself continuing my journey of self-improvement by studying at Carnegie Mellon as a design major.

The bus pulled around the corner and squealed to a stop. I groaned. The first day of school. I stepped onto the bus, trudged to the back, and threw my backpack onto a seat. I moved here from Geraldton just last month, in August. My dad was given a new job, which is really good, but that meant we had to pack our bags and move to Brighton, which was on the other side of the country. New house, new neighborhood, new state, new school, I’m surprised my head hasn’t burst. And even worse, i 'm starting high school for the first time. I’m supposed to know all about the school and everything.

I walked through the door on the first day of school, everybody turned and looked at me