My First Day - Original Writing

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

Two little girls with matching pink dresses, light up shoes, backpacks double their size skip off to the bus for their very first day of school. To a five year old, kindergarten was a big deal. The first time away from their parents, a new environment, and very intimidating older kids. I knew I was lucky, I got to take on this new experience with my built-in best friend and somehow, knowing that made all the difference.

I walked into the classroom to see all my new pupils, I was nervous at first but then Miss Maudie introduced me to the class and everything was fine. I wrote my name on the board and told them what it said and where I am from. The class just murmured back to me. I started the day by reading the children a story about cats, I think they liked it but then again some of them did seem immune to imaginative literature. After reading I went to the blackboard and printed the alphabet in large

When the children walked into the classroom, they all seemed excited and eager to start their day. Miss Suzy greeted each student with respect and a smile on her face. Every child seemed to know where

At the end of the day, this new teacher sits down at her desk – for what seems like the first time that day and begins to reflect back on the

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 first day of middle school was quite an adventure. It all began when I walked to the bus stop. It was raining that day, and I was carrying an umbrella. Once

Kindergarten began for me in 2011, when I was five years old. My teacher’s name was Mrs. Rowlett at Mountain Home Kindergarten. I don’t know how I felt, really. I remember having nap time, but I could never seem to fall asleep. In 2012, I started 1st grade, at Nelson Wilks-Herron. My teacher’s name was Mrs. Barnes. She wore glasses, and she was awesome, from what I

Nearly everyone remembers their first day of Kindergarten, or rather whether or not they were the child that was clinging to their mother’s leg crying in her mad attempt to escape the embarrassment before her, or they were the child that was running away from their emotional mothers’ vise grip hold on them. Either way, everyone’s rendition of their first day of Kindergarten is uniquely identifiable to the commonality of their first taste of independence- the moment where a child will either sink or swim as they are thrown into the pool of reality. The introduction into a society that will no longer cater to every whim of the egotistical mind of a five-year old. Yet,

My next year of school was at a brand new school… SJJ. I walked down the long hall into Miss Martin’s room. There we learned about shapes, animals, and numbers like any other kindergarten class. Little did I know, this was all preparation for my first grade class.

It was my junior year of high school, I had just woken up. Unfortunately, I saw a baby blue room when I opened up my eyes instead of the off white walls I had grown so accustomed to. Getting up, taking a shower, and finding something to eat before shoving off to the school bus at the other end of the road was commonplace. The ride to school was as quiet as one would expect a school bus to be. The group in the back was being loud and obnoxious whiles the people up front, where I tended to sit, acted nerdy and making very offensive jokes.

When I first got on the bus I could feel the excitement in the air. Classmates were laughing and talking up a storm. Although, it didn't take long for us to get antsy. After approximately two hours of riding on the bus, people were starting to fall asleep. The curiosity, and adrenaline were keeping me wide

It was my first year in the elementary school with the older kids. The classroom had short tables and chairs, just for our size. Our backpacks were all hung up in the front of the room. There was a corner with building blocks and a shelve that sometimes held coloring pages. One of my favorite things about Kindergarten were the alphabet characters that were hung up on the ceiling. For each letter of the alphabet, there was a blow up cartoon character. Each one was doing a different action that had to do with the letter they represented. My favorite one was the character that symbolized “S”. His eyes were closed tight and he was in the middle of a

In elementary school, when it all began, I considered myself to be pretty smart because I had had practice with reading, writing and other school skills before I was even in kindergarten. It was called “grandma’s school” and I remember going to my grandma’s house with my purple Rugrats bookbag and a matching lunch box. I was never so excited to finally get into kindergarten; moreover, my teacher Mrs. Reed made me feel so welcomed. The room was small and everything was fun sized and colorful. I felt special with my soft suede mat cover that my mom would come in and change for me every week. We were always doing crafts and reading; therefore, I remember checking books out every chance I could. Once I was in first grade, the teacher was older than the others, but she reminded me of a kind Grandma and she acted exactly like I pictured. The classroom was bright and we were seated at big tables with other students. One thing still sticks out to me; the big “dog house” reading nook that the well-behaved kids could go read in. That dog house was white with a big red roof and flowers on the inside with windows all around and squishy bean bags inside. My friend Ahmerah and I would always be in the “dog house” because we were what some people called “teachers’ pet”. The teacher would let my friend and I walk around and help other students understand words while they were reading because she knew we did not need to read the passage and she went on grading papers or she left the room.