My First Day Of School

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

That first day of school that morning was filled with nerves, and heading into the school year.  I was ready as usual and as soon as the bus came, waved to my parents as usual. The bus ride

VROOM! The bus goes when the engine starts and drives to school. Ugh! The thought of going to school again and beginning the 2nd grade in Maurice Hawk School. EH. I wasn’t so nervous because I had the same class as my friends. I know my teacher was so nice to me in 2nd grade, because basically all elementary school teachers are really nice to kids like me. Her name was Mrs. Ramirez. I had to run to different classes during that class like speech or just different subjects because I hate the thought of being late. When is was time for speech, my teacher picked my classmate and I up because we forgot to come to class. I know I just said that I hate the thought of being late, but hold your horses! It was only the first day! Give me a break! But anyways, while we were walking slowly and calmly in the hall, we started

The bell rung and with my heart pounding out of my chest, I exhaled and sped to my first class. A million thoughts were running through my mind and I couldn’t have asked for more. A new school and a new start was bound to shake the nerves of my body and the air around me. My brain was spinning and my hands shook as I held onto the door that seemed to hide a different dimension. Oh wait, there was a line to get inside. As I fell in unison with my peers, I thought about this thrilling experience.

In our society, people at a young age are taught and forced to be good to one another. As you can see babies and younger children are self-centered and misbehave frequently. Kids often believe things must go their way and can be cruel bullies to one another. During kindergarten and early years of elementary school, children can be seen fighting for toys. However, our teachers and parents taught us that if we misbehave, we will be punished.

Shortly after this I started middle school; I was skin and bones with a huge attitude.

The past years of bullying affected my way of making decisions. I felt like I had to run my decisions through somebody. That somebody were my parents. Each one of our parents dream of their child´s future, so I was hoping we both had the same thoughts. After being at my new school for one year, I

My first day back at Woodruff Middle School was a roller coaster of emotions. I want to say that I can remember every detail about that day, but the memories simply come back in flashes. It was six thirty on a Wednesday morning and I had just woken up to my dark and boxed up room to get ready for my first day at Woodruff, I was nervous, excited, and scared. All the general emotions a child would feel when starting a new school, and to say I had a tad bit of anxiety would be an understatement. My mother had enrolled my brother, Walker, in primary school the day before so he could not go to school the same day I started, so my mother was mostly getting herself and my brother ready while rushing me in the process(which come to find out would

Unfortunately, my joyless experience at school did not alter. I sat in the back of the class struggling to decipher all the new words and phrases that were thrown at me, but I felt more hopeless whenever I tried to listen. Regrettably, my desk partner, whose bilingual abilities were supposed to guide me, took my inability to express myself as a weakness and proceeded to give me misguided information. She was the first bully I encountered at my new school, and the fact that I couldn’t stand up for myself made everything worse.

Discipline was handed out by my father I have not conceived it as cruelty on his side and have it also never considered as a negative experience as I grew into adolescence. In those days I was a rascal and was aware that I “enjoyed” stretching the boundaries laid out

Give the story of my first day of public school in 8th grade, walking through the crowded hallways the middle school.

I step my foot into public school for the first time ever my freshman year, not knowing a single person other than my brother. Prior to my freshman year, I was homeschooled. The school feels really big at the time and it’s very overwhelming. As I walk around I see people hugging, reuniting, and saying, “oh my gosh I have missed you!” All I am worrying about is what people are thinking of me like, does she have any friends, or she looks like a loner. I am getting nervous and more nervous every second that passes. I decide I need to go straight to my classroom, but I have no idea where to go. I finally make my way to my classroom, then I sit down, and the bell rings. “The day is just beginning,” I think to myself.

It was a good day, I stood in front of the door so I could be picked up by my mom. There was a kid, James, he was much taller than me at the time, most people were taller than me, but I didn’t mind. James came down the hallway and was staring straight at me with a devilish look in his eyes and a smirk on his face. I was holding a couple of picture books that we had to bring that day, I really enjoyed reading them. He was approaching me, I didn’t think anything of it, all I was doing was minding my own business. He stood in front of me with his back straight and he was staring into me, like he was establishing dominance, like a lion in the jungle. In one quick motion he snatched all of my picture books straight out of my hands, I stood there speechless, I hated confrontation. Then he held those books over me to the point where I couldn't reach them. I jumped and jumped but I couldn’t reach those books, I repeatedly said “Give them back!” and he responded with “Just take them then”, he knew I couldn’t.. By then a teacher saw us and reclaimed my books from James, but I was already in tears. I spent the rest of the day sobbing and trying to understand how someone could be so heartless.

“Honey you do not want to be late for your first day of high school, do you?” my mother said in her groggy early morning voice as she opened my bedroom door.

Class had started and I just sat in my little blue chair in the corner all alone without saying a single word. Whenever it was time to learn the alphabet, the students would go to the front of the classroom while I just sat back in my corner, refusing to join the rest of the class. It was partly because I did not understand the teacher’s directions, but it was mostly because I was scared of what these random people I had just met were going to do to me. At recess, I would just sit on the bench on the opposite side of my teacher as the other kids would happily run around on the playground, play tag, climb the bars, and go down the long spiral slides. As the days passed, I grew