My First Day Of Preschool

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

My first day of babysitting wasn't my idea of a fun time. It totally changed my mind about getting up close and personal with kids while playing any sort of game or doing any activity. I started babysitting when i was 14 to make a little cash and it wasn't a big problem because i absolutely loved little kids. I babysat for my moms friend, Sarah. I've known her since i was just a toddler, so i grew up being very close to that family. Then she had a baby and i was so excited because i would have a new buddy, i was hoping for a girl but that didn't happen. So she had a little boy named Ben. He was adorable, and i have always loved little babies.. As he got a little older, Sarah needed a weekend babysitter so she came and talked to my mom

It was the furthest we had ever traveled to go somewhere. The first 7 hours felt like forever since it was all just highway and nothing to see but trees until we passed by Richmond Virginia which was a city we had never seen. It looked very historical just by passing through it on I-95. We later continued on and stumbled upon Washington D.C, Baltimore, and later on to Philadelphia. After about 13 hours we started getting very close to our destination. My family and I were very anxious to finally get to our hotel. It was about 11 pm when started seeing massive skyscrapers lit up by their inner lights. To my amazement, it was my first time seeing New York City.

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.

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

“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.

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.

On a stormy Monday morning, a girl wakes up and barely drags herself out of bed and forces her small feet across the hallway and into the bathroom. The girl steps on top of her step stool and stares back at the mirror. With tired eyes she stares at the dark skin, dark eyes, and dark cornrows covered with her favorite colorful hair beads, looking back at her. She smiles at her rainbow colored hair and shakes her head with a giggle as she hears the beads shake around, going about her morning routine as usual. She brushes her teeth with her Disney princess toothbrush, showers, gets dressed and gets ready for another day.

I walked through the door on the first day of school, everybody turned and looked at me

It 's funny what it 's you remember as a child. I don 't remember my third birthday or my first day of school, I don’t remember running around the playground or what my favorite food was. But I remember very clearly the day my cat died. It 's been 10 years since, and still the most memorable memory of my childhood.

It was that gut-wrenching feeling like there was something stuck in your throat, something itching to come out. It felt as if I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t look anyone in the eye I felt so shameful. Something was weighing so heavily on my tongue and kept appearing in my mind. That thing was the truth.

“Oh of course, being late to class is always a pleasure” I kept telling myself as I made way down the maze of hallways to finally find my psychology class. Walking in I quickly looked for a place to sit and I found an empty seat in the front corner of the room. The seat was by the window, which I knew, that would come in handy if I thought the class was boring, plus it helped that nobody was sitting there except for one person. Once I placed my bag down and got myself situated, I suddenly recognized the boy sitting beside me. My anxiety took over my body and tension in the room grew thick as he turned to face me and saw the girl who had once broken his heart.

A bright but cold morning, January 2014, I woke up early, jumped out of bed and smiled because it was my first day of school. First I went to take a shower; I thought, “What would I do in school today, who will be my teachers”? I walked to the bus stop, people looked at me like I'm alien with five heads and with a large nose. I sat down on a tree trunk waiting for the bus and the bus arrived after 15 minutes, I aboard the bus. The driver was a woman she was wearing a black shirt and brown pants. She told me “ Do you have the paper that shows that you have permission to go to school in a school bus” I stared at her and said “ No English”. A good girl seating behind the bus driver translated into Spanish what the bus driver asked

A bright but cold morning, January in 2014, I woke up early, I jumped and smiled because it was my first day of school. First I went to take a shower; I thought, “What I would do in school today, who will be my teachers". Then I walked to the bus stop, people looked at me like I'm not from this planet. I sat on a tree trunk waiting for the bus. The bus arrived after 15 minutes, I aboard the bus. The driver was a woman she was wearing a black shirt and brown pants. She told me “ Do you have the paper that shows that you have permission to go to school in a school bus” I stared at her and said “ No English”. A very good girl who was blonde hair translated into Spanish what the woman was telling me, "thank you" I said to her. Finally, I gave the paper to the bus driver. I sat down in the first row my legs were shaking.