My First Day Of Kindergarten

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

When I was just 6 months old, my parents left me with my grandparents in India to pursue the "Indian" American dream. I soon realized I would need to "grow up" quicker since my grandparents were old and couldn't expend all of their energy taking care of me. When I was 11, I was fortunate enough to reunite with my parents. Although I was grateful for this, I wasn't able to fully embrace them. My parents quickly found out I wasn't excited with ordinary kid activities, so they started taking me with them to our gas station in the summers. By going to the gas station with my mom in the morning at 5 AM in the struggling town of Crenshaw, MS, I was able to kindle a strong relationship with my mom and learn valuable life lessons in the process. The first year, I learned how to greet people when they were ready to check out; I noticed there

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.

Growing in a house hold with my grandparents was fun but it also gave me the hands on skills that were needed to help my mother take care of her elderly parents. Not only did I love having them around but I enjoyed helping take care of them. This experience also open up my eyes to the importance of helping so who couldn’t help themselves. Some of the things I did from helping with grandparents was helping feeding them, help them take showers, I also help with keeping their house clean and making sure they had clean clothing. My mother did most of the cooking and I will help with the groceries. My grandparent wasn’t that old they just couldn’t help of the things I couldn’t do for their self.

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.

That night that he was put in the hospital my mom drove my sisters and I to our Gogi and Pawpaw’s. My grandparents were very open to three of their grandchildren moving in, while our parents were unable to have us. When they took my sisters and I in the differences in our life styles clashed, my grandparents had scheduled dinners while we ate whenever everyone was home. Our grandparents had their days planned two days before while we had no idea what we would do the next day. Living with them really opened my eyes to how we should take others in and try to help them with

On the first day of school I woke up at 6:00 in the morning. Once I woke up I was so excited to go back to school, see all of my friends, and learn. After I woke up I got dressed into my white lace shirt, my jean capris, and my blue converse. After I got changed I put my Apple Watch on my left wrist. After I put on my Apple Watch on I went upstairs and did my hair into a ponytail. Then I ate breakfast. For breakfast I had a bacon, egg, and cheese omelette with toast, milk, and grapes. After breakfast I made my lunch which included a bagel with cream cheese and salami, some strawberries, a juice box, a water, and a bag of blueberry muffins. After I made my lunch I went back downstairs and brushed my teeth for two minutes. After that I went in my room made my bed and then got my backpack together. After I got my backpack on I said bye to my family and went outside and waited for the bus. Once I got on the bus I sat in the front seat and went on my phone. Then I got off of the bus and made my way to the old gym. Once I got into the old gym I found my friends and we talked until the bell rang. Once the bell rang I walked to my locker and got all of my stuff for my first five classes. Then I went to my homeroom with Mrs.Strussione. With Mrs.Strussione, we talked about school rules and how we are all expected to follow them. We talked about the dress code and inappropriate clothing. We talked about alcohol and drugs on how they we forbidden in school. And we talked about

I stood there firmly and unchanging. My blouse became a sponge as I begged and pleaded not to go inside. "Quiet down Christine! We're in public!,” said my mom. As two women reached for my arms, I grabbed a nearby pole and latched onto the ground. With no success, my concrete feet were being forced beyond the doors and there was nothing I could do. My spirit was drowned out by the roaring inside as the weight of defeat fell heavy on my shoulders. It was my first day of school in a new suburban community and district known as Alief.

Dinner on the first day was a fest to celebrate our first day at Danville Academy. Though curfew had been set earlier. James, Fred, Shawn, and I were the last ones out the hall. We did not talk much as we were tired. The next week went about the same other than the fact Mr.Jackson picked on almost every kid in the classroom. Someone even started crying in class the middle of the week. It had been about two weeks when the first kidnapping accord.

I entered the school and the hot air hits my face. There are lots of people there, smiling. I didn’t know if it was a fake smile, but it made me feel welcomed. I went into the office to get my schedule. When I got it I went directly to my Science classroom and sat in my seat. The teacher called me up to introduce myself. “Great, just what I wanted, to make a fool out of myself on the first day.” My face felt numb and I wanted to go home. I went up and felt my voice struggling to get out, my body trembling as if I just fell into a tub of water. My first words came out“ M…..M…..My name’s Jeff.” At that moment I thought that I was done for, I was walking back to my seat, and I thought that I heard laughter. My face went red hot, and I thought that I was going to flip out, I just held it all in and started to listen as the teacher talked.

From the moment I walked into this school in fourth grade, I knew that I would have an exciting adventure here, at Maple Place School. On the first day of school in fifth grade I was welcomed by one of the best teachers here. I was excited to have her as my science teacher because her smile made my day just a little bit better. I walked into the gym and didn’t recognize anybody, that's because I was a new student. Everybody was welcoming their peers and friends back to school, and I was standing in the gym, watching. But, I was excited to start at yet another new school. I was used to changing schools, I had already done it twice. I know that it doesn’t matter how many friends I will or will not have during my four years here, it's about my education and journey with the friends that I have.

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

“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.

The year was 2010 and it was the first day of first grade. The thought of leaving my mom everyday terrified me. My brother and sister were already in the car ready to go, as I whined to my mom about how it wasn’t any fun. We argued back and forth, until I eventually gave in and got in the car. We approached the school, and I held onto my mom’s hand as tight as I could. We walked through the two doors, and my stomach lurched at the site of all the people. I hated school last year. The only good thing was being able to see my best friend from kindergarten, Liberty, and Mrs. Obrien, which I called Mrs. Oreo. We stood in the back, and listened to the principle of the school welcome us back. The bell rang, and we walked through the hall with all the other dozens of people. We turned the corner and I saw her. She had a brown with blond streaks bob cut, and she was an average height, but she wore a scowl on her face.

It was the first day of school, both tired and excited. I didn’t want to get up, wishing that I