Narrative Essay : My First Day In High 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

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.

I walk in with my heart rate skyrocketing, and stomach is churning. It’s a new start to my sophomore year. That is what I need, a place where no one knows me or what I have done. I walk into the office to get my locker number and schedule. “Hi, I, uh am here for my schedule.” The lady at the desk gave me a strange look “Oh you’re the new kid Philip right?”. I nodded, I hate when people call me Philip it makes me sound like an old guy, like old people are nice but I’m not old, now I feel bad for old people. “Alright deary here you go.” She smiles while handing me my combo and schedule. “Thank you.” I walk out and head to the my first class. I walked to my class, I was standing in front of the door to scared to open it, I’m just so nervous what if no one likes me. I decided to open it and within a second all eyes were on me, but only one stood out. They belonged to this boy who had a fringe like mine and eyes that can make anyone melt. “Class this is the new student Philip” the teacher said taking my attention off the boy, “Oh ya hi, but I go by phil not Philip, sorry it just sounds like a

Not being adequate is a tough pill to swallow. For me wrestling was my life in high school. Nothing was more important being on the mat. Wrestling knowing at the end of the day that only you could stop yourself. It wasn't until i reached college and tried to make the leap for high school to college that reality sat in. I applied to San Francisco State providing film hoping to insure a scholarship. In return they told me that my skill weren’t at the level they need.

7:30 AM. Breakfasts. Immaculate uniform on. 8AM. Out the door. I didn’t know what to expect. Anxious. It felt like just yesterday when I was latching onto my mother’s nipples and now … I’m just going to be thrown into a class with 30 or so odd people that I do not even know. After combating the congested main road, we finally entered the parking lot. A swarm of butterflies began to flutter in my stomach. Nervousness. We got out of the car. My mum, older brother and sister and I and proceeded to walk to my classroom. I held firmly onto my mother’s hands. Everything was different. Everything was gigantic. The people, the buildings and even my uniform. I felt like a minute organism being swallowed up by my own uniform. Mum always had a strong opinion on buying a school uniform two sizes up because she always said “It will last longer”. After 10 minutes of circling around the primary school twice we finally found my classroom at last, 1B. Mrs Hoffman’s Class. She had a rainfall of wrinkles on her face and gave off Miss Trunchball vibes from Matilda. She was wearing an old fashioned blouse accompanied by bell bottom jeans, which suggested that she was from the sixties. She gave a hearty smile and landed her vein snaking hands over my back shaking away a bit of my nervous feelings. 8:30 AM. The bell had rang and it was time for my mother to depart. My heart began to pound ba-dum

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

It was the first day of my eighth grade year. I remember it vividly. I wore a blue button up shirt with a pair of jeans that I cut to wear as shorts and cuffed. I had blonde hair that fell halfway down my back and bangs that fell just above my glasses.

“Good morning Gabby! Wake Up!” My mom whispered. I slowly woke up smelled the sweet batter, ran downstairs and opened the door. I saw people taking a jog in this cold, bright, early morning. After the light blinding my eyes, I shut the door slowly and ran back upstairs. It was the first day of school. Me and my brothers were getting ready. I put on my favorite outfit and I ran back downstairs. I heard the steaming yellow eggs frying as my hot pop tarts popped out. I heard the sizzling of the batter on the pan. We were having waffles with eggs and pop tarts on the side. My brothers were in fourth grade and I was in first grade. When we were eating breakfast my brother was chewing with his mouth opened right in front of my face on purpose. When we were done with breakfast he then pushed me and I fastly fell down into the white tile on the floor. I got up , I grabbed my bag angerly and quick and I walked outside. When we all walked outside, My mom took a picture of us like the other years. When she went inside, we strolled around in circles on the patches of green waiting for the bus. After every step I took my brother was calling me names and annoying me. Stupid names that any sibling would call you that annoyed you.

I watched the final minute on my alarm clock tick away. I couldn't sleep I just moved and it's the first day of my new school, In Pittsburgh. Where I used to live I always loved going to school hearing the birds chirp to wake me up. The birds were as colorful as crayons. But now I didn't want to get up. My mom came into my room and shook my bed until I got up.

I was at a holiday party at some rich kids mansion. My high school was invited to host the festive hangout in their families house. Wreaths were hanging from all the windows and doors, a Christmas tree in the corner of the room full with ornaments of all shapes and colors, and a dim glow filled the room. Lighting was produced by candles sitting in their respective menorahs, and the warm radiance of the glowing ornaments. Though despite all the festive cheer, I felt lonely. All of the people attending were students of my high school and there was not anyone who knew me. I had looked across the room to see a girl, someone I have never seen. She seemed interesting, but I had decided against making any preceding judgements.

The summer after tenth grade my parents broke the news to me that I was changing schools. As a teenager, of course, I pouted and went to my room. I was so angry at them that I decided to give them the silent treatment for a whole week. I was quite miserable the rest of the summer, knowing I had to leave my friends and all. My parents told me that they will always be my friends but that I can just make new ones as if it was that easy. Summer was coming to an end and I just became more nervous and stressed each day. I even had started doing summer work, which of course I just wanted to burn to ashes. Finally, school came around and I was fearful and shy as all get out. The thought of having to meet new friends and adapt to the new school culture with only two years of high school left was killing me. My parents finally suggested that I play football. I just laughed in their face because I was definitely not the football type. However, they knew that but they said it would be a great way to get to know the guys my age and to gain some school spirit. I thought about it for a couple of days and decided it would be better to try than be miserable all year.

I was standing there looking at all the pictures of her, of Katy dreading the moment I have to walk through those double glass doors and see her lying there in the casket at the front of the dimly lit church. I can tell my mom did not want to go through the doors either. We both spent a few more moments looking at the pictures of Katy and it made me think of the first day we met.

Seeing as it is the first day of school, I’m expecting anything, or almost anything; except for my girlfriend to tell me we’ve committed the unforgivable crime.

“Avery,” My younger brother, Anthony, yelled in my ear. “Mom said it’s time to get ready for school.” I opened one eye only to have his crystal blue ones find mine, he then proceeded to jump up and down on my bed until I finally sat up.