My First Day Of School

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

I was in the bathroom getting ready for the first day of the third trimester of 8th grade, I was comfortably singing in my bathroom thinking I was alone. After getting ready I opened up the door and look in the hallway flustered to see my mom filming me singing. I was embarrassed and my cheeks turned bright red as I ran towards the front door to jump into my shoes and catch the bus. I went to school and it was a regular day, I had new classes and one of them was with my favorite teacher, Mrs. Gates. I never thought I would build up the confidence to sing infront of people ever but Mrs. Gates but i started to rethink that when my teacher told the class that at the end of this week on friday we will have auditions for a solo of the choir. I felt this uneasiness in my stomach and thought I was about to embarrass myself by throwing up in front of the whole class. I went the whole day just thinking about that solo.

Imagine this. It’s the end of summer, you’re five years old, and you start your day off with a two mile walk in the heat. Finally, you get to the small, one room schoolhouse, and it has no air conditioning. Everyone around you is so much taller than you, meaning they are probably a lot older than you as well. The teacher looks at you and tells you to take a seat, but all you want to do is turn around and be anywhere else but there. Seems a little scary, right? Well this is how my grandma’s first day of school went. This is nothing like a typical first day of school for kids now. For my first day, I was a four years old. I didn’t walk, my mom drove me and I was so excited to get there. The room was colorful, and all the kids looked like

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

I entered the school and the hot air hits my face. There are lots of people there, smiling. I didn’t know if it was a fake smile, but it made me feel welcomed. I went into the office to get my schedule. When I got it I went directly to my Science classroom and sat in my seat. The teacher called me up to introduce myself. “Great, just what I wanted, to make a fool out of myself on the first day.” My face felt numb and I wanted to go home. I went up and felt my voice struggling to get out, my body trembling as if I just fell into a tub of water. My first words came out“ M…..M…..My name’s Jeff.” At that moment I thought that I was done for, I was walking back to my seat, and I thought that I heard laughter. My face went red hot, and I thought that I was going to flip out, I just held it all in and started to listen as the teacher talked.

My life has been weird. I’m made fun of by my teachers, kids and parents. I got bullied yesterday by The Brett Anderson, that thinks he’s better than me. I have ragged clothes, old shoes and no electronics at home. Speaking of home, my dad left and I’m stuck with my mother who hates me. She left me when I was young and came back just in time for my 7th grade year which was this year. She left when my dad spent all of his money on the lottery. My mom doesn’t care about me, and she only came back because she loves my dad, but since my dad left she has been a mad wreck. I don't care that my parents hate me. I would rather be alone than bullied by my parents. At school there is no one that cares for me. One day, Mr.Halla (my science teacher) made me stay after class and clean up the room because I sneezed. People don't like me, and that’s a fact. Enough about my past, let's get onto the story.

From the moment I walked into this school in fourth grade, I knew that I would have an exciting adventure here, at Maple Place School. On the first day of school in fifth grade I was welcomed by one of the best teachers here. I was excited to have her as my science teacher because her smile made my day just a little bit better. I walked into the gym and didn’t recognize anybody, that's because I was a new student. Everybody was welcoming their peers and friends back to school, and I was standing in the gym, watching. But, I was excited to start at yet another new school. I was used to changing schools, I had already done it twice. I know that it doesn’t matter how many friends I will or will not have during my four years here, it's about my education and journey with the friends that I have.

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.

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.

My last few days of high school are fast approaching and the feeling is starting to become so surreal and I can only imagine how I will be feeling when I walk out of the gates for the last time. Throughout the last 5 years of high school, I have felt an urgency to graduate high school, but I didn’t know that the time to graduate would come so fast. Now, that the time is finally nearing, I can’t believe that it has come so quickly. I remember my first days of high school. I was so excited to experience all the new and exciting things that awaited me beyond the school gates.

Being born in December, I had to start school a year later. I hated this, though I was not that much older it still bothered me. I thought everyone was judging me because of my age, and the grade I was in. However, I knew that going to high school was my chance to graduate with my class. Throughout my freshman and sophomore year I pushed myself to come out of my shell; I went to my first dance, I joined the dance club, the softball team and sung for judges. The next year I was still determined to graduate early, so during registration I pleaded my case of why I wanted to graduate early. Another reason I really wanted to graduate early was because I was turning eighteen, and being adopted I knew my mom would no longer get help for me; as far as healthcare or food assistance. I was told that there was no guarantee that I would graduate early but just in case there was an opportunity I had an alternative schedule.

It’s August 18th, the first day of school. Many children are not as eager to start classes, as they are to catch up with classmates after the summer. Students then begin to leave the courtyard and explore the route to their first class; memories of last year’s terrible lunch menus resurface, and schedules are then eagerly exchanged amongst friends in effort to revel in the success of the perfect schedule. Generally, first period comes equipped with the perfect group of friends, the easiest course, and most importantly, the laziest “pushover” teacher. Unfortunately, for students assigned to her classroom, this first day of school will leave a lasting impression on the minds of 30 multicultural/diverse students in tenth grade English. She opens her classroom door; the new 10th grade teachers’ walls are covered with things to look at, things to provoke inspiration. She provides an introduction, one of her person, as well as one of her classroom’s conduct and expectations; the new tenth grade teacher then asks a student to volunteer sitting in her eclectically upholstered Indian fabric bearing chair in the middle of the classroom,and with an impressionable smile says, “your turn”.

The first day of school, running in school with tears in my eyes, shredded with a wound in my heart because of my parents, dropping me off at school and leave me all alone. It was only me sitting at the corner of the entry door, all I see is strangers, run around screaming, jumping, and chasing playing with balls. Then, I started to wonder around the school, as happy as I was when I see there are foods. I lowered my backpack, reach for a couple of bucks which my mom gave me in the morning if I want to buy something to eat or drink. Afterward, I continue walking.

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