My First Day Of School

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Diving into past memories is something I am never found of. There is a lot of pain hidden behind some of my past experiences, but also a lot of triumph. It is always interesting to force yourself to retrieve some of those hidden memories. Sometimes the things you remember can be very surprising. Things that seemed long forgotten, can abruptly come back in a flash. The farthest memory I can recall about my own literacy experience is when I began first grade. At this stage, I remember feeling very confused about the whole purpose of going to school. I felt as if I was the only one not being able to keep up with the other children. I didn’t know what was cool, how to make friends, or even know how to play board games like “Candyland.” I was just not exposed to certain things that the other children in my class were aware of prior to beginning first grade. Most of all, I did not like learning. I liked doing things

School wasn’t always the easiest thing, and I did get in trouble when I was younger for speaking to seat partners, or reading during lessons, but my thirst to learn new exciting things remained and was never completely satiated. When I was 9, I was called into the guidance counselor's office to take a test. After my results came back, there was a a meeting between my teacher, my parents, myself, a teacher I had met a few times during mathletes practice, and a few other school officials. I didn’t really understand what was going on, just that the table we were sat at was the biggest my young eyes had ever seen, and that I was to be starting some sort of Program for Academically Talented

I don’t remember much about my first two years of school; matter of fact the only thing I do remember is what my parents have told me. I do, however remember sitting helpless, lost in my own world as I watched the others in the classroom scream with excitement as they recited the ABC’s and sang songs while sitting on a large rug. I giggled and laughed along with them, somewhat mimicking them. I recall my teacher, many times, redirecting my attention to the lesson. I wasn’t a bit interested in anything outside playtime; or of course lunch.

The first day of kindergarten, we clung to our parents afraid of the new experiences that awaited us. We looked around at all of the other faces not sure what to think. Fear and doubt crippled us. Little did we know that this day was the beginning of a journey stock full of obstacles and rewards.

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.

Everyday begins the same as other days. This morning I was in a rush, trying to get myself to go to school. It was my first day of second. I felt sad and excitement. The night before I had my band new school uniform led all out and ready to be weared for the first time.I got out of my bed quickly and went straight to the bathroom. The floor was cold and the birds outside were charping. The early morning breeze blow against my skin, and I can feel the chills . I brushed my teeth and got dressed really quickly and went to my mom. She had long dark brown hair and when sunlight shines on her hair it turned into a reddest brown. I always loved my mom’s beautiful hair. “ I wonder what will the future hold for me?”

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.

Since I was young, my parents made reading a priority for me. When I was in kindergarten at my preschool, I had a reading teacher who worked one on one with me to increase my level. As a result, I was confident in my reading ability and excited for the first day of first grade at my new red-bricked elementary school. As I briskly walked through the main entrance and to my classroom the morning of the first day, I squeezed my parents’ hands tightly with butterflies in my stomach. I had only been inside the school

The bus pulled around the corner and squealed to a stop. I groaned. The first day of school. I stepped onto the bus, trudged to the back, and threw my backpack onto a seat. I moved here from Geraldton just last month, in August. My dad was given a new job, which is really good, but that meant we had to pack our bags and move to Brighton, which was on the other side of the country. New house, new neighborhood, new state, new school, I’m surprised my head hasn’t burst. And even worse, i 'm starting high school for the first time. I’m supposed to know all about the school and everything.

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

Since September, my AP Language experience has drastically changed paths many times. This class has challenged me mentally, yet is not the hardest and most challenging thing I have ever done. I came into the year, and the class, with a relatively open-mind, but majorly underestimated my writing abilities. Since that ill-fated September day, the first day of school, I have gained an exceptional amount of confidence when it comes to my writing abilities. Needless to say, I definitely feel challenged this year, which was much overdue. It was an adjustment from just being able to whip up an essay up from nothing, to having to critically think about what I was writing. This year, has definitely pushed me as a writer, and I feel as though I have gained a vast repertoire of writing strategies. Overall, I would rank the class at a medium level of difficulty, as I do not find it easy, but it is also not impossible. In terms of overall experiences, I am beyond satisfied with my growth and the time that is devoted to developing our skills. I was elated beyond belief when I started the year out at a 6/9, because I had doubted my abilities and did not think that was remotely achievable. Additionally, the amount of time and practice that we do to develop and maintain new skills is phenomenal, because it allows me to use all the new techniques in my everyday writing.

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

Throughout my life I experienced a lot of firsts: first words, first steps, first day of school, but nothing could ever prepare me for my first time in sin city. Out of all the places in the world that I wish to explore, I chose to visit the legendary, Las Vegas. My friends and I wanted to voyage out to this magnificent city, since it was the last summer before our senior year. The night before, my friends and I were too busy to sleep. We were planning and packing, so we would have everything ready for the next day. Even if we wanted to sleep the excitement was too much to bare and we just could not keep our eyes shut. I was excited to see how the colorful city looked in person and how it felt to be in another state. Seeing as it was everyone’s first time in Vegas, we were determined to make the trip memorable.

On the first day of school I woke up at 6:30 a.m. to my alarm clock. I woke up and got dressed, in which I wore dark blue jeans, and a buttoned up shirt which I wore tucked in. I brushed my hair thoroughly and left it down. Then, My Dad drove me to school, and walked me up to the door. We said goodbye, I gave him a kiss, and then I walked not my new adventure. When I walked into the school, I headed to the old gym, in which I went looking for my friend. When I found my friend, Izzy, we hugged each other and jumped up and down out of pure excitement. After we talked for a few moments the bell rang and we headed for the exit. As we passed through the hallway I noticed that the white board in the hallway said to report to your home room