My First Day Of High School

For freshmen, it can be easy to get lost or go into the wrong class by accident. There are always people that will be happy to help you get to where you need to be at the right time. A tip that someone gave me once is that the "100's" are downstairs and the "200's" are upstairs. For example, if you have a class that is in room 108, you know your class is located downstairs.

While heading to my first class, with a campus map in one hand and my phone in another hand trying to navigate through the huge university campus and find my classes so I could reach to my classes on time, my brain was clouded with a constant stream of thoughts: I was thinking about how I will be perceived by others, if whether or not I will be able to find all of my classes on time and if I have all the materials required for my classes. I was nervous but also enthusiastic as I was the first one in my family to go to a university in United States of America. The fact that I was the first one in the family to go to a university added even more pressure on me as I knew my family members hoped and expected me to do well.

I struggled to find my classes and eventually ended up asking for help from several different people. I was reluctant at first because I didn’t like asking for help, but I also didn’t want to be tardier than I already was. I eventually did find my classes and I remember the relief of seeing the door numbers matching the numbers on my schedule. Unlike middle school where students were grouped together, navigating through high school was a significant difference.

As one enters the building, you can see everyone parts and takes their own route depending on which of the three schools they attend or work for. As soon as you walk on, you see posters and reminders of different activities posted on the school doors. The halls are full of bulletin boards that introduce you

When I first came to Corliss freshman year, I was really nervous because, I knew that I was going into a bigger environment and I was going to be around new people and new teachers. When I first started high school, I thought I would get lost finding my classes, and that no one would help me. The security guards really helped me in finding my classes for me and then I knew that Corliss wasn’t as much as a big school, so it would be easier for me to find my classes.

My first day of college is one of the most important experiences of my life. Fall semester began on August 28, 2017. In that morning, I had plenty of time compared to high school. I overslept because I knew college starts only at 10 am. I had an alarm set for 9 am. Once I woke, I took shower and got ready. HACC is about minimum 8 minutes away from my house. By 9:40 am, I was on my way to the Harrisburg Area Community College. I was full of confidence that I will reach the campus on time, but the opposite happened. It was my life goal to go to college however, there came the complication because I was unaware of the incomprehension and unfamiliarity of being freshmen in college.

The fumy smell of permanent marker lingered in the air as I stared at the big red ‘F’ written across my returned paper. I looked over at my teacher, as she continued around the room, and was met with an icy cold stare of contempt. It didn’t seem to matter how good it was every essay I wrote was returned with the very same marking and without the slightest feedback. This was my rude introduction to writing, at the high school level, and one I wouldn’t soon forget. It is an experience that remains etched deep in memory.

Imagine the first day of highschool, of course being a freshman doesn’t help calm your nerves, a new community you’re being thrusted into with little previous knowledge of it. You have all these ideas in your head of everything that your least excited for like the amount of homework, the location of your classes, and waking up early, luckily everyone keeps reminding you high school is a great experience and it won’t be so bad. You know you need to look good and act a certain way, after all you're not in middle school anymore. This is a new journey and it’s yours to enjoy.

The first day of school as a freshman is always an exciting and nerve-racking time for most freshmen. You’re making that big transition from middle school to high school, and you’re excited to start this new life and see what it should offer. I was always told by my older sister to always be open to meeting new people and new ideas my freshman year. The part she forgot to warn me about was that I would possibly lose friends, and sadly, I did. As a freshman I learned quickly that some people change when they enter high school, that the peer pressure of fitting in is hard on some freshman and it causes them to do drastic things for “popularity”. I learned a valuable lesson my first week of freshman year and it has stuck with me for my entire high school career and it was to always be yourself, and never try too hard to fit in.

I woke up on august /28 /2017 , 5:20 in the morning. I laid in bed for 20 minutes, knowing I would have to get up and get ready. I got up and showered ,combed my hair, and went to my room and started to decide what I wanted to wear, it was my first day of high school.

The day started off pretty good, the birds were chirping, the grass was green, it was a beautiful August morning. I was listening to my happy, epithalamic, and soothing music before I had to leave. It was the first day of school, we had just moved to Parma from Seattle Washington. I never really had trouble with making friends, so I was fervid to meet new people. The city seemed perfect for me. I felt untrammeled and joyous in my new neighborhood. The city gave me a great aesthetic pleasure. I expected the school to feel the same. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Around this time seven years ago, the back –to- school commercials were bombarding my television, and I was desperately trying to avoid the frightening fact that I had to start at a whole new school. Seven years ago, I was going to begin my first year at Evergreen Junior High School. Like the majority of my classmates, I was beyond anxious and just felt lonesome. This feeling stuck for about a month until, I guess you can say, fate stepped in. It took a while but after about a month of frantically searching for classes, I definitively figured out where to go for first hour. First period was honors history with the quirky Mrs. Cristler. The dreary classroom did not have desks, but instead wobbly table tops for two and our unusual teacher never minded where we sat. After a few days of new faces and not clicking with any of them, I sat next to another unfamiliar face, but somehow this was a much different situation. The unique girl with chocolate brown hair and piercing dimples was soft spoken just like me, so clearly nothing happened right away. Weeks passed and I found myself sitting next to the

The first day is always the hardest. You go from being the leaders of the school, to the babies of the school.

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 am not someone that would be considered outgoing, and my personality probably reflects anything but the word. Yet, it is strange how a single person in life can help someone see life and the world in a whole different way. AFTER A SURPRISE MEETING OF SOMEONE FROM A DIFFERENT COUNTRY AND CULTURE, I WOULD HAVE NEVER THOUGHT THAT THEIR PERSONALITY COULD HELP ME SEE THE WORLD DIFFERENTLY.