My First Day Of Middle School

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Everybody is nervous on the first day of middle school, especially moving from an elementary school because ever thing is new and clean, meaning you don’t what to expect and the unexpected. Well that's because I’m here , to tell things might expect and things you expected but were confused about.

It was the very first day of first grade. I starred at the dork across the room. He had glasses, a goofy bowl haircut, and a sweater vest. I recall thinking to myself I would never be friends with him, just look at him, he 's such a geek. Half of the school year had gone by and I made sure I never talked to him, not even one time. I had kept this record going for a while until one day I decided to take my dog for a walk. Walking him through the neighborhood, I noticed a couple of kids playing inside of a parked boat outside a house. To my surprise it was him and his little brother.

Friends come and go like the waves of the ocean. One minute they’re all over you and the next they start to fade.” Be with those who help your being,” these are words spoken by the famous poet Jalal Ad-din Muhammad Rumi. This quote is basically saying to surround yourself with people who benefit you, and help you become a better person.

It’s your first day of 6th grade. You go to your homeroom class and think, wait...how does this whole Jr High thing work again? Well, luckily for you, you don’t have to experience that! I am introducing the Jr High survival kit. It includes everything you need to know for Jr High such as how to avoid the public restrooms, how to survive your least favorite class, and many, many other things. There are 2things you need to know to survive Jr. High: have study skills and be social. I’m going to show you how to do them.

It was the beginning of August 2015. My stomach had a pit of worry in it. I felt as if I had food poisoning. I knew it was nearly time to get up and get ready. My mom came into my dark bedroom and shook me gently. However, being so worried, the gentle shook felt like an earthquake. She said in a quiet and soothing tone,”Leah, it’s time to get ready for your first day of Middle School!” There is no way that I was going to go to Middle School!

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! I had heard my alarm on my phone go off, quickly trying to turn it off I picked up my phone and finally silenced its foul screeching. Today was the big day, the one I had been waiting for all summer, not to say my summer was drab but I did need a change of pace eventually, but today was my first day of middle school. I set my alarm for much earlier then I realised was necessary seeing how I can be ready in five minutes time. I stood up leaving my cozy bedroom to get to the cold kitchen, I shivered, I saw my mom making coffee, as per usual.

Have you ever seen someone being picked on for what they look like or just because the way they do something? Well that’s what happened on my first day of school.

I got out of bed and threw on the clothes I had set out the night before. I made my bed, brushed my teeth, did my hair. It was just like any other day. I ran to the kitchen where i met my half asleep brother. He was bragging that he didn't have to go to school and i did. I wasn't hungry, but i forced myself to eat a waffle before the school bus got to our house. As the garage door raddled open, a bright stream of sunlight hit my face. The sound of the birds chirping and cars driving by greeted me as i waited outside. The ground was wet from a summer morning dew. Except, it wasn't summer anymore. In the corner of my eye, I see a long yellow school bus coming around the block. Its brakes screech and the doors fling open. I climb on board, only to realise that i am one of the first people on. I find a seat and sit back in a comfy position. After a few stops, I hear some familiar voices. We talk about our worries and concerns for a while but then we arrive.

My muddy cowgirl boots touch the spotless, white concrete as I hop off the shiny golden bus. As I start walking towards the unfamiliar doors, I see the other kids look at me then down at the ground where my boots had stained the pure white concrete. A couple of years ago their stares would have bothered me, but being the new kid on the block for all three years of middle school i’ve become accustomed to the judgemental looks. As I reach for the door a group of girls all wearing hollister jeans, Lily Grace t-shirts, and high top converse cut me off and strut in like they were the stars of a red carpet premiere. I shrug it off and say to myself, “there will always be that one group.” I hold the door for some people that were behind me and take my first steps into the place my parents promised me would be my home from now until I graduate.

rst days are always nerve racking. Whether it is the first day back to school, or the first day at a new job. But nothing is more terrifying then your first day of high school. And you can quote me on that. I remember my first day of high school like it was 3 and ½ years ago. I had a horrible night’s sleep. I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing by my head. Hauling my lifeless and tired body out of my bed, I put on my glasses as I made my way to the bathroom. I did my usual morning routine, knowing that this time was different. This was leading up to my first day. Finishing up, I returned to my bedroom where I had laid out my uniform nice and neat (something that I wouldn’t do for the next 3 and ½ years). I had my crisp and clean white polo shirt, my lovely grey pants, and most importantly, my navy colour vest with the school logo on it. As I put on my uniform, I knew I was one step closer to walking through the doors of high school. After a quick look in the mirror, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, where my parents were sitting. Grabbing a bowl and a spoon, I poured myself some cereal and milk (most likely Froot Loops). Could this be my last bowl of cereal, or was I completely over exaggerating what may happen to me in high school? I would soon find out.

My heart was pounding and I couldn't sit still. It was the first day of school. While summer had just reached its peak, here I was at summer school. Thankfully, I had never failed a class. I just wanted to get a bit ahead in high school. It was a decision that I was beginning to regret. I could still be sleeping in my cozy bed at home, but yet I chose to take summer school, and here I was. I was in my dad's car, it was precisely 8:24 and class started at 8:30. We were parked in front of the school and I had no idea where to enter from or where to go. My stomach was full of butterflies and I was already filled with fear. After my dad called the school and found the door they had specified, it was time to go. As I was getting out of the car, my dad yelled "Have a nice day!", "Easy for him to say," I thought. Not only did I not know anybody in the school, I was sure that 95% of the kids in summer school would have failed the class previously, leading me to question their friendliness and behavior. In addition, I was also sure that everyone there already had freshman year under their belt, meaning they would be familiar with the school. I was the odd one out, fresh out of 8th grade and not even a freshman. "At least I will know the building when high school actually starts," I thought as I walked to the door.

I remember the day so vividly, like it was yesterday. My family and I lived in a small, two story house, in the middle of town. I woke up that morning, for my very first day of school. I got out of bed and walked past my little brothers room, then past my parents and to the bathroom. I showered, brushed my and then my teeth. I walked back to my room and got ready for my first day of school. I had just turned three and my mom wanted to put me in preschool right away. I walked down the spiral staircase, ( my favorite part of the house). When I got down stairs my mom was making breakfast. My little sisters and brother awake, with my mom down stairs waiting for me. My younger brother and sister were waiting at the table for me.

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