My First Day Of High School

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

The first day of high school I set a bunch of goals. The most ridiculous one was to go through high school without having to get an actual job. I had helped the mayor of Gary, Indiana place signs near abandoned buildings before, and I enjoyed it. The pay was forty to fifty dollars a day, but it was only temporary. The summer before my senior year I began helping out with putting signs down, encouraging people to vote for this particular person running. My craving for money had only one solution, to get an actual job. Shocking, I know, to find a high school student who was not forced at all into getting a job, but chose too. Like most self-conscious teenage boys I did not want to get rejected, in this case not hired, so I went to the one place I knew I would get hired, my grandfather’s farm. That weekend I started my first job. It was not the most glamorous job, but I eventually fell in love with it.

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.

Today is my first day of high school and I don't think that I am prepared for the workload of all these honors classes, but I think that I may be able to find my high school sweetheart before the school year is over with. As I was walking through the hallway, I dropped all of my books on the ground and a guy named Terry came and helped me pick my books up. When our eyes met, it felt like love at first sight. I never knew that existed until I met him…

  I guess that's why I'm wearing a shirt that says "I'm not a morning person" tied into a knot at the front. The rest of my outfit consists of black ripped jeans, white Air Force 1s, and a olive green bomber jacket with patches scattered about.

Fifth grade 2015-2017. So, this summer a lot has happened. First, I moved three miles away from my old house, which was not that different except for the fact that there are only five other houses on this one street neighborhood. Unlike my old house where there were tons of houses in the enormous neighborhood. Then after all that I switched schools because I had more friends that went to the other school but you never know maybe I won’t have any classes with them. So, you can see why I have every right to be nervous, but I am more excited than nervous for some reason.

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 sun gradually crept up from the darkness and brought brightness into the small little town of Manville. The sunshine poured light into my window bringing warmth. My eyes adjusted to the new lightning and I opened my eyes from a well-rested sleep. I stared at my ceiling and thought, my first day of high school. Filled with excitement and with butterflies in my stomach, I leaped out of bed and started getting ready for the day. My outfit was carefully laid out and my backpack was already set; full of fresh new school supplies and my neatly completed summer homework. I swung it over my shoulder, ready to take on the day. I headed downstairs and greeted my mom in the kitchen, who prepared a delicious breakfast.

ARHH! Thinking back about my first day of high school seems like a dream. I remembered it clearly the night before school started, I have butterflies all over my stomach and my body filled with excitement and a big force of energy. I walked to school with my pals and when we saw middle schoolers walking pass by, We felt so proud into thinking that finally, we are not middle schoolers anymore. I walked in front of the ebony gate of our new home and saw innumerable of students, the face of students that I have never seen before. Suddenly, my heart started to skip a beat continuously and my chest felt very intense just like an electric shock.The thought of having a class with a bunch of strangers worries me and I prayed that I would have a class with at least someone I knew.The school’s building looks like a college campus and it seems ages since they’ve constructed it. As I skim through the building, I could see the crack and teeny tiny holes on the walls as if a violent earthquake has just erupted.They painted the walls with deep ocean and rich creamy red. After I got my schedule, my peers ran towards me to take a look at my schedule. Sigh*.Sadly, none of them was in my class because most of them took regular and easier classes while I got all those honors and challenging classes. I went to my first period knowing that I would be alone.

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.

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 woke up alarmed and breathing heavy. Fear was coursing 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

I was born and grew up in Vietnam. I went through a lot of hard time in reading and writing back then, even in my mother language. There were some experiences which made me think that writing was a nightmare. Fortunately, I could graduate from high school. Then, I moved to the United States two years ago, and I had to face the new challenges. I had to go to the college where I had to read, write and communicate in English. Before I went to school, I always thought that how I could write an English essay while I could not even write a good Vietnamese essay, and how I could communicate with others. I became more stressful when the first day of school was coming up. However, after I finished the ESL classes, I realized that my attitude in reading and writing was changing little by little.