My School Day

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

The weather cleared up and me, along with my entire class and teachers, got to enjoy a beautiful ceremony. Lining up we started to proceed out to the football stadium from the gymnasium, my mind would not stop thinking. I just could not stop remembering what it took for me to get to this day. The stress that I endured studying for the SAT, filling out my applications and most importantly, perfecting my essay. The idea that I was not going to be living in this beautiful town I have spent my life in, brought a flood of emotions. Thoughts of my friends not being by my side next year made me feel as if I was sinking into a deep hole; this place, this town has had so much to offer to me. The past two years that I had spent in this place were the most emotional and exciting times of my life. I knew even though I was not going to be waking up in my familiar place anymore, I would be waking up in what was to become my new familiar place. I knew that even though my friends would not physically be there with me every day, that they would be there when I called them. If it were not for all of the people I have met along the way, I do not think I would have ended up where I am today. It just is a common thought for whenever I get sad about everything ending, I remind myself that there is a new beginning coming and it is going to be amazing. The place that I have spent my whole life

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

The day started off as a normal Tuesday in April with the exception that today was the start of DC Cas week. I was anxious and nervous but ready for the DC Cas because I’ve been waiting all year for this big day and now that day had finally came and I was more ready than I could have ever be. My teachers had been preparing me for this day and I wasn’t going to let them down. After waking up I got dressed in my uniform hopping that today would be a good day and not aware of what was yet to come. After getting dressed I proceeded to breakfast where the big news came.

The week went by faster than normal to me because I was so nervous. I was up earlier than usual that morning getting ready for this big day. I dropped my girls off at daycare extra early so I could get to SCTCC early. Reaching SCTCC, I went inside and saw the same older lady at the information desk. I asked her about parking permits as she handed me a bright orange one to hang in my van on my rearview mirror. Making my way back into the school, I walked down a long hall of shiny tile to reach a big long bench with a lot of others waiting to take the

He had an important assignment. He sounded so sad. You flash another smile and invite him over for some homework help, you may not be the smartest kid ever but you had some study skills. He looks at you and smiles hesitantly, saying how nice that would be. Four years later, you are sitting in a crowd with your fellow classmates, watching the nerdy kid from the road, your best friend, giving the valedictorian speech. He stands and says, “Life is not always what you expect it to be. The choices you make affect everyone around you. My freshman year I was alone. I was so tired of the stress, of the pain, that I made up my mind to do what I knew I needed to do. One day, I cleaned out my locker so my mom wouldn’t have to. I thought if I took it all home, I’d be able to feel better about my decision. It was a long walk home for a freshman carrying six large books and as I walked I planned how I would do it.” You gasp as you listen, you’ve never heard this, but you remember the day. “I’d lock my room; I can’t let my baby sister find me, it would hurt her too much. And I had to make sure to leave a note for my mom. I’d written a thousand already, what’s one

I can almost reminisce the day as if it was yesterday. I was sitting in bed like any other school day. It seemed to me that this would be a great day. Although I was tired because I hadn’t been to school in almost a month, except to practice a walk through for graduation, I slowly pulled my lifeless body out of my warm bed. I then began to go to the bathroom where I would shower, shave, brush my teeth, get dressed, and do my hair. I began to look at myself in the mirror and thought to myself how important today would be for me and my family. After I was all dressed and ready for the big day, I made my way downstairs to eat breakfast. The smell of pancakes, bacon, and eggs filled the air with an appealing fragrance. I knew this would be a day to remember. My family then walked in the kitchen to join my mother and I. they asked me if I was excited about the day

My Monday had started out like any other normal Monday in high school. I woke up late, rushed around to get ready, and off to class I went. At 11:05 a.m. every day I was released from class at Locust Grove High School and I traveled to Northeast Technology Center in Pryor to attend Pre-Nursing class for the rest of my day. At NTC, as a high school student, we had the opportunity to take classes there tuition free. We had a substitute in class that day, so, of course, we convinced her

The warm, comforting feeling of being submerged in summer break had finally ended when it reached August. I knew that this could only mean that school was approaching immensely soon. I knew that this year of school would be different from the rest. Throughout all my previous years of high school, I had been talked up on how strenuous junior year is. The infuriating thought of starting chemistry this year pounded on my mind. I just wanted to get back into my cozy bed, that I had gotten so attached to, close my eyes and sleep through the entire upcoming school year. But sadly, I’m no grizzly bear who can hibernate throughout the months of misery.

As I sat in the passenger seat of a truck that usually brought me so much joy, I was overcome with sadness. North Carolina State University was the destination, and in the eyes of my family, it was the best day of my life. The tour was booked months in advance, and the most dreaded day in the summer before my senior year had finally arrived. Instead of the usual conversation with my grandpa, the three and a half hour drive from Whiteville, North Carolina to Raleigh was filled with an emptiness, as we sat in silence. I received many sweet good luck texts and smiley faces from my mom and aunts. I knew they were only being so nice because I was exactly where they wanted me, which filled me with so much confusion. I was frustrated with my

My day started like every other day. Laying in bed and unwinding until you have the energy to actually get out of bed and be productive. Except, it really wasn’t. It was August of 2014, beginning of the school year. I had lived on a street called Larsen Lane nearly all of my life, and had gone to the same school all my life, too. We should’ve been getting ready for school, but our parents decided we should take the day off. This kind of unwinding was different because my brother and I had slept on just mattresses; our bed frames had already been packed. Our room was just plain. The blue walls had stayed here ever since we had got them painted years ago, but that was it. The stickers we collected on our sliding glass doors to our closet were all taken off. I laid there, bland and lifeless, on the verge of tears even, thinking about the choice that could set me up for middle school. Our mom settled herself in bed with us, comforting us so we would couldn’t get too overwhelmed by the emotions of leaving behind our old life.

As the end of the night approached us, I couldn’t stop thinking about how many mixed emotions I had about starting a whole new chapter in my life. I couldn't wait to go to college, meet all new people, get a degree so that I could start my career path, but I knew that meant I had to say goodbye to my two best friends, who were moving several hours away from me. This was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do in my life. We all cried a little, and then made promises to keep in touch, and then we were off into the real world! I was very happy to be at this point in my life, but I was scared deep down inside.

It was my first day attending Texas A&M University. Feling anticipation and eagerness, I did not knowing what I should expect from college in the coming years. My first day of college began. At the time, I was unaware that only two thousand people in the University called themselves “Cadets” and that their journey is difficult yet rewarding. I was forced into this organization by my parents and their unyielding and resolute decision to have me develop my social and academic skills here.

As I arose the next morning my father had made me a slice of toast with strawberry jelly on it and some orange juice. Annika, Zoe and I carpool in the morning and so I waited patiently for her mother to come pick me up. As they picked me up we all jammed out to Beyonce's new tunes to try and get all the stress out of our bodies. Once we got to school, we announced our goodbyes and went our separate ways. As class dragged on I couldn’t help but wonder what if this the year I didn’t meet the requirements to

On the morning of March 15, 2017, I woke up in complete denial to what was going to happen in the next 48 hours of my life. My childhood dream was finally going to come true. Like any other morning I got ready for school, by brushing out my long, silky brown hair that everyone is jealous of, getting a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt out of my closet, and making my lunch. Just as I walked out the door, I grabbed my old decaying Grand Valley State University sweatshirt. Once I got to school, I realized it wasn't a normal morning. I had to meet with my teachers to get a week's worth of homework.