My First Day Of Kindergarten

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I was in the bathroom getting ready for the first day of the third trimester of 8th grade, I was comfortably singing in my bathroom thinking I was alone. After getting ready I opened up the door and look in the hallway flustered to see my mom filming me singing. I was embarrassed and my cheeks turned bright red as I ran towards the front door to jump into my shoes and catch the bus. I went to school and it was a regular day, I had new classes and one of them was with my favorite teacher, Mrs. Gates. I never thought I would build up the confidence to sing infront of people ever but Mrs. Gates but i started to rethink that when my teacher told the class that at the end of this week on friday we will have auditions for a solo of the choir. I felt this uneasiness in my stomach and thought I was about to embarrass myself by throwing up in front of the whole class. I went the whole day just thinking about that solo.

For many students, a first day of school can be exciting but somewhat nervous. I was no exception. Both my first day of elementary school in Korea and of high school in America excited and terrified me. Although these two days concern the stories of my first days of school, they were different from one another due to the difference in region, race and mindset, and pedagogical method.

I ecstatically jumped out of my bed as my alarm blared in my ears. Yes, I was excited. It was my first day of middle school after all! I put on my clothes I set out the day prior, and ran downstairs to get my things. I remember being so excited I was completely ready for school half an hour before I needed to be. I even remember what I wore… Mostly. I was wearing a light pink beanie, green leather jacket and blue jeans with my black converse...I think. To be completely honest, I don’t remember my shoes or shirt underneath my jacket. But it all fell apart after I left and got to the bus stop. I suddenly got chills and knots in my stomach and was happy to have one of my best friends, Jasmine at the bus stop with me.

Just yesterday I walked through the gym doors of LC with my mom to meet my classmates for my first day of Kindergarten. I had no idea how it would feel, or what great memories would be made in those hallways that I would never forget. As I walked into my classroom, I met my teacher, Mrs. Goecker. She had very little tolerance for me when I refused help from a classmate one morning during spelling and vocab. This resulted in her sending me to the principal 's office. That was a very scary experience for me because I had never gotten in trouble at school before. Thankfully the principal was very understanding and walked me right back to my classroom.

Fahima woke up before her alarm went off. Today was a big day. It was her first day as a second grader at her new school, East Pennsboro Elementary. She got out of bed, brushed her teeth, got dressed, and put on her headscarf.

Well, here it is,the day I've been dreading since Mrs. Mercer first brought it up. This day honestly came way too fast! When I first got my schedule and seen current health issues, I was like what in the world? So the first day of school came about and it was time for seventh period. When I realized it was Mrs. Mercer's class, I got extremely happy. I wasn't sure what to expect the first few days. As the days went on, all 13 of us started to get the hang of everything and bonded instantly. This is definitely a class that I'll always remember and I will truly miss! We've all had happy times,sad times,angry times,and a lot of fun times. I've honestly took in a lot from RY, especially snap and zap. Snap and Zap is where you snap out of bad thoughts and zap in good thoughts. I found if you do that then you wouldn't have as much anxiety build up. I feel like the RY class has helped a lot with my anxiety and anger. Mrs.Mercer and the 12 others in RY have been there for me since the first day. I want to thank all you guys. When class first started, I wasn't sure if I wanted to open up because at that time I only talked to like two people. I wasn't sure if I could trust everyone. Well about the second week I felt like I had a family A family that I can talk to, cry too, get advice from, never be judged by, a family that I can just simply enjoy. One that Id die to have at home. I knew if I couldn't trust anyone else, I had 13 other people that I knew for a fact that I could run to

Being born in December, I had to start school a year later. I hated this, though I was not that much older it still bothered me. I thought everyone was judging me because of my age, and the grade I was in. However, I knew that going to high school was my chance to graduate with my class. Throughout my freshman and sophomore year I pushed myself to come out of my shell; I went to my first dance, I joined the dance club, the softball team and sung for judges. The next year I was still determined to graduate early, so during registration I pleaded my case of why I wanted to graduate early. Another reason I really wanted to graduate early was because I was turning eighteen, and being adopted I knew my mom would no longer get help for me; as far as healthcare or food assistance. I was told that there was no guarantee that I would graduate early but just in case there was an opportunity I had an alternative schedule.

My alarm startles me as I get out of bed. My shades are shut, no sun shines through. My first day of school ever and the first day that I have to officially get up out of bed early. I smell the pancakes and sausage sneaking through the crack underneath my door. My first day of school and I have no clue what to wear or how to act. I go downstairs and dad automatically greets me with a hug and a smile.

The first day of school is always super neverbreaking. But when my first day of school came…….. I was going to faint. It was the first year I was going to Endeavour. I was coming in the middle of the year, so nobody knew me. My teacher’s name is Mrs. Rucker. I am thinking that she is going to be extremely mean. The whole class already did a ton of work. That meant I would have lots of catching up to do. I knew my mom would help me with it. I’m just nervous that I won’t fit in. I knew that finding friends would be hard. So I walked over to my cousin Gigi. As soon as I saw her, her friends stared at me. Their hair was perfectly slicked back without one piece of hair sticking out. Their clothes were really expensive and neat. I knew that they were going to be the popular girls in the school. I told my cousin I would talk to her later. I didn’t know what to do so I sat on the bench. Then a girl named Valery came up to me and asked if I wanted to be her friend. I was a little nervous but I told her we could be best friends. We were only in first grade so we had a short recess.

The bell rings as I walk into class. Not late, but not too early either. That's the way I work. I’m never late to anything, and I’m never early to anything. I make my way to the back of the class where there are open seats. I throw my stuff down and sit down as I listen to the teacher. I pull my notebook out, as well as a pencil, and begin my notes. The first day of school is always the worst, mostly because the teachers introduce themselves. Who wants to know about their teacher? I mean they come to school, and they teach us. What is so special about their background?

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

It was the first day of school for Grace, as she entered the doors of her high school she was officially a senior. When she got into her first class of the day she noticed a new kid, while the teacher was doing attendance she figured out that his name was Ivan. He was a tall, muscular kid with brown hair, he fit in well as people were talking to him. Some guys that Grace knew had convinced the new kid to do football. When they had their first game Grace was sure to come. She came with a friend of hers named Beca. “Why did you want to come to the game?” asked Beca, “you have always hated football.” As the game continued Beca could see Grace’s eyes following the new star player who she had met from first period in school. As the year kept going, Grace and Ivan started hanging out. She started to realize that she liked him, and that Friday, at their school’s homecoming game, Ivan asked her out.

“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

Ring, ring, ring, the school bell goes off. “My first day of school and I’m already late I tell myself.” As I run up to the school doors I can see all of the teachers closing their doors ready to start the day. Luckily my class is still open and I run inside throw my things in my locker and make it to my classroom just as my teachers closes her doors. It was just like any normal year but that’s about to change.