Narrative Essay About My First Day At School

Barry couldn't believe that it was morning already, he went to sleep at 1 a.m because he stayed up binge watching his favorite show.“Barry wake up, it's 7:30!” Diana yelled as she rushed into her son's room. “Mom! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?, it's the first day of school!” was what came out Barry’s mouth although he knew that it was his fault like always. Barry stared at his alarm clock, which was completely silent, no noise or numbers reflecting off the screen to let Barry know that it was time to get ready for his first day of middle school. The day brightened considerably, the shadows were stretching in the opposite direction from what Barry had seen yesterday in his first day in New York. His father, Daniel, and Diana rush into the car since it was Daniel’s first day as well, at his new job in the famous World Trade Center. "Ready for your big day today champ?”, Barry didn't answer because of the memories that rushed through his brain of all his friends, teachers, and his grandpa.

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never

Coming to eighth grade on the first day was slightly scary for me. I was afraid that I wouldn’t have any friends on the same team as me and that I wouldn’t have a class with any friends. When I arrived to the homeroom, school didn’t start off as bad as I thought it would. Apparently I had more than one friend in my homeroom, which made things less awkward for the first time being in class.

In the mid 1900s, the United States switched the way mankind learned, where all races went to the same school, in the same classes. The short story The First Day of School by R.V. Cassill, is where John is going to an integrated school for the first time eternally. This interesting story of an African-American family that is nervous to be two of six black children in an all white school. John’s character was developed through his actions, feelings, and what he said.

It was a bright, beautiful morning. My first day of middle school, I was so nervous! I was ready. I got up out of my bed, grabbed my cute flowered dress and white sandals, got dressed, and looked awesome. Well, that's what I thought. When I went upstairs, my nanny looked at me and said “you look so cute!” Sadly, my mom wasn’t there for my first day, but she texted me and said “hope your first day goes great. Love you!”. I went to the kitchen where I saw my sisters looking all pretty and stylish. They looked at me and said “You look adorable, are you ready?” I said “yes” apprehensively. I grabbed a granola bar and was off to school. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to start middle school, but I knew I had to. So, I tried to walk in with confidence.

In the school year of 2015-2016, I am a high school student now. I should be excited for this upcoming school. However, I felt nervous about this school year. I lay in my bed until my mom called me many times. After eating my wonderful breakfast, my mom and younger sister asked to get ready for school. I didn’t want to change my pajama. My dad called me from the downstair, “Iris, hurry up. It is time to school now.” I was unhappy to get out of my room. Even though I have been in the Memorial High School many times before this school year, I was afraid of being in my first day of school.

We all have different kinds of the first day of school experiences, but for every student, I feel that stepping into the first day of school as a freshman would mark as the most memorable day in all high school years. Before the first day of school, I quickly thought that my freshman year would turn into the toughest and saddest year in my experience. My best friend would not attend the same high school with me, which already gives me many conclusions of how sad and hard of a school year it would result. However, maybe things will turn out differently than we think if we just change something about our way of living it.

We went outside to listen to music.. and think. Jena rode her skateboard and I rode her bike. I only wish I had payed more attention to the shadowy figure at the end of the street before riding down that way, with my headphones in and my focus on other things I was practically blind. But not even Jena's music was loud enough to block out the sound of the gunshot, and my scream as I fell to the asphalt paralyzed. She ran to me but by the time she got there I was already gone..

At Quickstart before freshman year I had a panic attack before I even entered the building. I saw how big the school was and I became extremely nervous about starting school. There was so much pressure to make the next four years, the best four years. Also, none of my friends were attending Lane with me and I did not know how to make new friends. Upon entering the building on the first day I got lost a couple of times but I made a couple of friends and lasting impression on my teachers.

It was the first day of middle school and there were millions of people. At the beginning of the day I was so nervous. Okay Kelly, you can do this...you can do this...We all went to our first class.

My first day of eighth grade was a reassuring experience. Immediately after I was assigned my college I was worried I was placed in the average class, but as I stood quietly in line I noticed familiar bright students. My first class was english with Mrs. Brisko who told us two truths I can’t remember the lie and one of the truths even though it’s only been two days. One of her truths was that she loved country music. She then asked us to do the same with the three or four people around us. Since we were all a bit shy we wasted the entire time thinking about what to say. Once that was over Mrs. Brisko asked us what rules keep a classroom running smoothly. In the end we came up with a few rules, responsibility and respect. It was almost time to

Starting high school was a big life changing event. I was scared I wouldn't make any friends, I would get lost, do horrible with grades and not get along with the teachers. I came from St. Mary's in Alton and the whole student body got along really well, and I just wasn't ready to leave that. I was most afraid of losing my friends because I knew I would not have many classes with them. Starting high school was tough but it was something different and exciting that I could not wait for.

The plate steamed like a factory spilling out smoke. Ronnie knew that as soon as the buzzing alarm sounded, those steaming pancakes and sausage would be waiting for him when he was awaken by his beeping alarm. His eyes snapped open at the sound of his alarm. Ronnie knew he slept well. He hopped out of bed and darted down the stairs. His hopes were crashed when he was greeted by the sight of an empty table in the dining room. He was standing there, stunned. He was wondering where his steaming pancakes and his dripping sausage were. He was positive that his parents had overslept. He went to his parents bedroom, where they were nowhere to be seen. He wondered how he was going to get to school. It was his first day of middle school, and if he had

“I lost it all in a car accident. Besides my brother, school is all I got it. I just want to make my parents proud of the both of us.”

“Today is the first day of school and I’m nervous, not scared…. This is going to be very hard” Daryl said to his grandmother Bridget. Darryl was tall and had blue eyes. Daryl was a nice boy, never got into any trouble in school but that was about to change this year….