So the day started off as any school day would, waking up. It would probably be the worst part of going to school, especially on a Monday morning. Besides that point, I got dressed, ate some breakfast, and went to go get on the bus. It was the first day of school, so nobody was excited for waking up and getting on this bus. As I stepped onto the bus I smelled that familiar smell that I missed from my daily routine this summer. It was a quiet bus ride for me, but I was excited to see my friends in homeroom. When I walked in I saw all these fun colors and a nicely decorated class along with some students already in their seats. In homeroom, I got to see all my friends and watched the morning announcements play. Looks like I'm gonna actually have to learn today.
Seeing as it was the first day nobody knew what class we had first, except me. I was always the one that knew the schedule and had all my materials organized. That's why when the bell rang for the first class everyone swarmed around me. We had ELA first, that meant we stayed with Mrs. Vann Harrell. She seemed really nice. The first thing I did was get into my binder and get my ELA folder organized based on what things we were gonna do that year for her class. I figured all of the classes were gonna be the same, syllabus and surveys about ourselves. I sat near my friends and listened while taking notes. I was the only one to do that because I want to have a paper for the expectations Mrs. Vann Harrell had for us. I was excited and scared at the same time for this upcoming school year. That was because there seemed to be a lot of work coming my way, but that's what happens when you're a magnet student. The class seemed to fly by, and when there were 5 minutes class I made sure that I put my papers back to their correct place, I hated it when they were all over my binder. Next we had Algebra. I guess it's time to get back into the groove of switching classes, and the crowded hallways, they were my least favorite. We did the same thing in that class too. I once again was the only person to take notes. “Do we have to take notes?” Kelly asked me.
“No, I wanted to take notes so I know the teachers' expectations for me,” I replied giving her a thumbs
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I got to school around 7:10 and immediately found some friends I knew. It was a lot less stressful with friends. I went to my newly decorated locker. To my surprise, I opened it straight up. I helped some of my friends get there’s open, and already felt like I got started on the right foot. My first class was Social Studies, with Mrs. Disken. She was really nice, and I liked Social Studies a little. We did the name game. Throughout that day
Today, I started my first day of Junior year at Walter Johnson High School ! I was happy to get up in the morning, knowing today i’ll be able to put my brain to use and have a reason to get ready. I was curious to find out who my teachers were this year, since all the names of the teachers I saw on my Edline were unfamiliar. My friend, Allyson picked me up for school in the morning, wearing her senior girls shirt, while I was happy to see her, it made me also very sad to come to the realization that she was going off to college soon, which will leave me feeling a lonely next year. When I finally got to school, I was annoyed to find out that their was little to no air conditioning in the school on a hot day. I went to all my classes, and was
I finally arrived at the new school. I felt the horrible flutters from the millions of butterflies inside of my stomach. I had to find my assigned classroom which didn’t really take long thanks to the help of my mom. As soon as I walked into the classroom, I felt like a cat trying to swim with sharks in the deep blue sea. I could feel my heart trying to
Throughout the day, it was pretty boring the teachers just introduced themselves and hoping they did not make us play icebreakers; luckily they did not. The best part of school is hearing the bells knowing that the less time I have to be in this rotten hole. “Ring!” that was the final bell; rushing to the doors and hoping into my mom’s car. “Cómo estuvo tu día?” my mom said asking how my day was. “Ok” I say. Walking into my room and thinking how I have to this everything made me breakdown and drift to
Kids running, bells (and phones) ringing, teachers yelling names off their attendance lists. The only thing I felt was tension as I was in the middle of a hurricane of rushing students. It was absolute chaos as the first bell rang on the first day of middle school, signaling that classes were about to start.
“I can't believe it's time for school already,” I mumbled to myself as I turned off my alarm clock and rolled out of bed. It was the first day back to school after summer vacation, and I certainly wasn't feeling too happy about it. Early mornings, boring classes, lots of homework; the very thought of these things made me want to cover myself with blankets and never get up. Still, I didn't have much of a choice, so I got up, got dressed (in a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers: my new favorite clothing combo), and made myself something to eat for breakfast.[i]I'm sure it won't be [b]all[/b] bad...[/i], I thought to myself as I ate. [i]At least I'll get to see my friends again, and maybe check out some of the new club activities.[/i] The more I thought about it, the better I felt about going back to school. After all, everything was going my way.
When I was young I was bubbly and timid; a kid who tried to be nice to everyone and cause no drama. I always had a smile plastered on my face even if people had ignored me. I had a sense of naïveté to me, an aura of innocence. In the end of third grade I had been excited for summer, and all of the trips that would fall within it, but as we know, summer doesn't last forever. Before I knew it, fourth grade was approaching and my young self had a bittersweet feeling about this all. I never wanted summer to end, but I could await to see what fourth grade would bring me.
This past year from when I was a “little” seventh grader to now has been quite interesting. The first day of school was on my birthday and I started off sick. Yeah, it wasn’t very pleasant. I missed the first three days of school. When I was better, I was very scared and nervous for all the new teachers and classes. I knew most of the seventh and eighth grade teachers, but I had never been in their class before. Soon, I learned that they were all extremely nice and loved to teach. I had tried to memorize my schedule before, so I wouldn't go to the wrong class. My first class was art, and then math, science, lunch, P.E., language arts, quest, and finally social studies. I remember Mr. Munford told us that he hopes we would be a pretty good class. I think our class turned out pretty well.
Well, here it is,the day I've been dreading since Mrs. Mercer first brought it up. This day honestly came way too fast! When I first got my schedule and seen current health issues, I was like what in the world? So the first day of school came about and it was time for seventh period. When I realized it was Mrs. Mercer's class, I got extremely happy. I wasn't sure what to expect the first few days. As the days went on, all 13 of us started to get the hang of everything and bonded instantly. This is definitely a class that I'll always remember and I will truly miss! We've all had happy times,sad times,angry times,and a lot of fun times. I've honestly took in a lot from RY, especially snap and zap. Snap and Zap is where you snap out of bad thoughts and zap in good thoughts. I found if you do that then you wouldn't have as much anxiety build up. I feel like the RY class has helped a lot with my anxiety and anger. Mrs.Mercer and the 12 others in RY have been there for me since the first day. I want to thank all you guys. When class first started, I wasn't sure if I wanted to open up because at that time I only talked to like two people. I wasn't sure if I could trust everyone. Well about the second week I felt like I had a family A family that I can talk to, cry too, get advice from, never be judged by, a family that I can just simply enjoy. One that Id die to have at home. I knew if I couldn't trust anyone else, I had 13 other people that I knew for a fact that I could run to
“Unde?” I replied, wondering where he wanted me to go. What I didn’t realize was that he was saying ‘Hi!’, a common American greeting, and not requesting to come with him.
I stood there firmly and unchanging. My blouse became a sponge as I begged and pleaded not to go inside. "Quiet down Christine! We're in public!,” said my mom. As two women reached for my arms, I grabbed a nearby pole and latched onto the ground. With no success, my concrete feet were being forced beyond the doors and there was nothing I could do. My spirit was drowned out by the roaring inside as the weight of defeat fell heavy on my shoulders. It was my first day of school in a new suburban community and district known as Alief.
Dinner on the first day was a fest to celebrate our first day at Danville Academy. Though curfew had been set earlier. James, Fred, Shawn, and I were the last ones out the hall. We did not talk much as we were tired. The next week went about the same other than the fact Mr.Jackson picked on almost every kid in the classroom. Someone even started crying in class the middle of the week. It had been about two weeks when the first kidnapping accord.
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