My First Day Of My Sophomore Year Of High School

Most people remember one memory from middle school that stands out from the others. For me that would have to be my first day of middle school. I was excited because of a new school year and all the new people I was going to see. But at the same time I was also very sad because I had really enjoyed my summer and now it was over. Also, I was extremely nervous as I did not know where all the classes and more importantly how I would fit in. After all of these emotions, my first day of middle school was my favorite middle school memory.

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’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.

I was ecstatic going into highschool only because that meant I could finally try-out to be apart of the dance team. I had loved to dance for so long, and the opportunity to be able to do what I loved excited me. Walking in through those gym doors for the first time, after learning the routine a few days ago, was very nerve wracking. I was terrified of what the other girls would think of me and if I’d be good enough to be apart of their team. Denita, the coach, came over to me shortly after and handed me a sticker with the number eight on it; which would represent where I’d be standing and who I’d be standing with. Denita told us specific instructions and gave an explanation on how everything was going to happen. She was going to be recording the group and giving it to the judges, who were anonymous, to see who would be on the team for that year. The requirements weren’t terribly too bad, you had to score an 80% or better to join. You were graded on how

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.

I have already been in UH Hilo for three days. During my time here, I have had a few struggles as a freshman, such as looking for textbooks, finding a seat in a crowded room, lacking the necessary items, and most of all, getting lost. It always seems to happen to me on my first day in a new environment. On my first day of high school, I had to get security to drive me to my classes because I was late from searching in the wrong place. Then when I had changed high schools, I was so close to staying in the wrong classroom, if not a classmate of mine told me. Soon, I had graduated from high school, and the process of being confused and lost started all over again. I am sure most students go through this struggle, unless they took a campus tour before. However, there are still ways that we can make it easier for all of us. The solutions range from signs to maps to a helping hand of a fellow student.

It all started when I woke up to my alarm at six twenty. I tried going back to sleep, but my alarm was louder than a police siren. I proceeded to do my morning routine, so I could go to school restored. After that, I dressed up and fixed up my book bag for the school day.

Ding! Ding! Ding! My alarm clock goes off as I remember today is my first day of middle school. I hop out of bed, get changed, and run down stairs. I pack up my backpack and make sure my iPad is fully charged for the day. I eat my cinnamon and sugar sweet like a brownie muffin for breakfast and make my lunch.”Goodbye mom see you when I get home,” I call as I pick up my backpack. I say goodbye to my huge fluffy dog Chelsea and head off to the bus stop. Vroom! I hear the school bus come towards my bus stop and I get on. I see lots of people don't know which makes me nervous. I finally see my best friend Sally and sit with her. We compare are schedules and only have science together. Looking at my schedule makes me nervous about how I'm going to find everything. We arrive a the school and get off, we walk straight in and see a maroon go eagles sign. I find the cafeteria where all sixth graders should meet. The teachers give us our locker combos and we go find them I have no clue where it is and how to open it. After a few minutes of trying to open it a teacher helps me and I get it. I have to get to class so I dump everything in my locker and leave, leaving it a mess I'll have to clean it later. At the end of the day I sit on the bus thinking that wasn't so bad I just need to clean my locker.

Today was the day I said to myself as I got out of the bed to turn my alarm off. It was time for me to start getting ready for my very first day of middle school at Holy Trinity Catholic Middle School. I quickly ran to the bathroom to take a shower and to brush my teeth. After I got out of the bathroom, I went to my closet and put on my school uniform. The school uniform was a dark blue- collard shirt and some khaki shorts. After putting on my uniform, I ran downstairs to the delicious smell of pancakes and eggs cooking for breakfast. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw a plate with a stack of pancakes covered in maple syrup and some scrambled eggs. As I sat down to eat I realized I had forgotten to grab my backpack out of the closet. When I went to grab my backpack out the closet I noticed that it was kinda heavy. When I looked inside, it was filled with binders,papers,and other school utensils that mom put inside it. After I grabbed my backpack I ran downstairs so I could finish eating breakfast before I caught the bus for school. When I finished my breakfast, my mom said it was time for me to catch the bus for school. So I threw my plate away and ran outside to the garage to hop into my mom’s car. Before we pulled out my mom said ‘‘Mitchell do you have all your stuff for your first day of school?’’ I said ‘‘Yes mom I have all my stuff for school.’’ My mom then backed out of the driveway and proceed to then take me to the bus top, which at the Siskey YMCA, which was

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

Leaders aren’t born, but trained. Leaders aren’t elected, but developed. Life-long leadership comes from working on oneself in specific ways to better himself/herself so that he/she may attain their goal or that of their higher up leader. My story of this life-long process starts on the first day of my High School career. I sit in my first class of the day and a tall, demanding man marches into the room with a presence that sweep your attention not with whimsical beauty, but with respect and dignity.