My First Day Of School

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I tried to blink in my tears, because the last thing I wanted was to end up crying like a loser on the first day of school. "Mom, I'll be fine.". I certainly was not fine. I was anything, but fine. I took a long, deep breath as my eyes met the sight of Johnson, an enormous school with kids bustling in and out like bees. I knew I was in for something big, but big doesn't always mean better, right? Time was ticking by, and I had an obnoxious feeling luring in my stomach, worse than any type of butterflies. I turned on my music, completely redid my hair and started tapping on the dashboard with my nails. Oh gosh, I literally was doing everything to get my mind off going to school. However, that became quite impossible when my mom stopped the car in front of the main entrance of high school. I was so close to pinching myself, hoping that this was some messed up dream. But it was, unfortunately, reality. After observing a bit, I couldn't help but laugh at the diversity of all the kids that were walking in. Some were jumping with joy, others laughing for what seemed to me no apparent reason, and some who hunched as they sluggishly walked

So school was a flop. I figured everybody would ignore me since I was the new kid. I guess this school likes picking on newbies. Worst first day ever. Figured if i’m going to live with Cora for a while might as well make the best of it. “Hey Cora. I don’t think I made a good first impression. Can I start over?” I asked.

It was my first time catching the RTA to and from school. I didn’t know anyone on the west side, let alone at my new school. A couple days before school my mother showed me the route to school; we took the RTA to the school and back so that I could see where my stops were. Even though I was shown the route, I tend to get lost pretty easy so, you could imagine that I didn’t like riding the bus. When I got out of school I went to the bus stop to wait for my bus, the 86, and it never showed (at least that’s what I

It was a cool, crisp winter morning. I walked into Lincoln middle school and I heard my parents wish me luck. I took a deep breath and I walked through the entrance. My coat sleeves flopped around, empty. My boots clunked on the tile floors. I am not going to have fun here. School has never been enjoyable for me, I mean first of all I have to talk to a computer most of the time. And everyone, I mean everyone stares. A hard, cold stare that gave me chills the first time I received it. Oh, and if I haven’t mentioned yet, I don’t have any arms.

It’s warm and sunny in Webster, Tennessee. The day is August 16, 2017. To most of the town, it is just another day of the usual life. But to the children, the air is filled with dread. Tomorrow is the day that school starts. The young children are excited to show off all their new school supplies and summer scars. The older children dread going to school and seeing all the people they avoided over the summer. One thing is true for both ages: school is starting and there is nothing they can do to stop it.

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

I took three dense steps off the school bus. It was like bees swarming the hive, people were everywhere, frantically searching for friends from their elementary schools and hugging each other in joy for not seeing each other for the entire summer. I, on the other hand, was stuck squished between the giant 8th graders, that would be moving on from this school next year--wish that was me. The large entrance of the school was ten times the size of me. I did not have a single clue where I was going. I had no clue where I was going. Was I late? Did I forget to bring my schedule? I somehow thought of every possibility that could go wrong on the first day of school. I was in mid-thought thinking about if I had forgotten to bring my lunch to school when I suddenly crashed into an 8th grader.

On August 14, 2015 it was my first day at FHS. My alarm turned on at 6:30 a.m and the sun was shinning through my window, plus the smell of fresh air blew through my window. As, I was about done getting ready, my sister as if I wanted breakfast, she made, french toast with strawberries and bananas on the side. Knowing that the bus was arriving, I asked my sister to drop me off at school, because I was scared and nervous. I honestly didn't know what to expect, for my first day of school.

“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.

When I was young I was bubbly and timid; a kid who tried to be nice to everyone and cause no drama. I always had a smile plastered on my face even if people had ignored me. I had a sense of naïveté to me, an aura of innocence. In the end of third grade I had been excited for summer, and all of the trips that would fall within it, but as we know, summer doesn't last forever. Before I knew it, fourth grade was approaching and my young self had a bittersweet feeling about this all. I never wanted summer to end, but I could await to see what fourth grade would bring me.

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

“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.

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.