Personal Narrative Essay : The First Day Of High School

Coming into high school was amazing because it was nice to experience, a whole new school setting. But in reality my first year was the worst year. I lost my grandfather along with three uncles, and it shook my whole year. The fact that i am still in school is outstanding, when i look upon it. The most difficult obstacle for me was getting back on track after what i went through my freshman year 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

Starting high school was a challenge. There are new surroundings and new people to please and impress. Classes were difficult, not because the work was hard but because there was nothing that was the same. New school, new teachers, and new faces to try to please were to much to handle when everything was falling apart at home As time went on, the smile face mask I had to wear everyday got thicker and thicker and it was getting more difficult to put on every morning. The only thing I would do when I got home was do my homework, read a book, maybe watch a little TV, nibble on dinner then go to bed. That was my life and that was my routine for 2 years. When I did go out with friends I would be home way to early and nothing really happened to make

I Ana Umanzor have attended Memorial High School for the past 4 years. I have never been so close to a teacher like I have been in this school. Ms Kerry Jameson has been my math teacher and instructor for these past 4 years. I have always enjoyed math but sometimes I have had difficulty learning it. In the Middle School I struggled a lot until I came to the high school. At first I can say that when I saw the name Ms. Jameson on my schedule I was scared. The first day of school I was so nervous and and afraid because transitions to new school with different people is always difficult. When I walked into my homeroom I saw the famous Ms. Jameson. I was even nervous to say good morning and I do not even know why. My first day in the high school was not as bad as I thought it was going to be and that was thanks to Ms. Jameson. She explained to us everything we needed to know to move around the school without getting lost and other things that would help our transition into this school less difficult. Our homeroom 201 made us feel like home. She lets us decorate our homeroom like it was our proper home. We all helped because it was our homeroom and our opinion mattered.

Before the beginning of High school, I was an average kid, was kind of chubby and didn’t look too good. Whenever the mile run came up, I would always finish in a terrible position and have to do the walk of shame as I would approach the finish line. I had fluffy love handles and to accompany my waist, was a pair of squirrel cheeks. When lunchtime came around I would spend 5 dollars just on cookies so I could get my daily sugar fix. However, I was madly in love with a girl, and she would turn me down every time I would try to ask her out. 3 years ago today, I overcame my old self and turned my unhealthy lifestyle into a glamorous way of living.

On my first day of kindergarten, I held onto my dad's’ hand so tightly that it took 3 teachers to pull me off of him. On my first day of first grade, I refused to get on the bus and so my father had to take me to school where I continued to throw a fit. On my first day of second grade, my mother took me to school and I screamed so loudly in the car that I lost my voice. On my first day of third grade, I went into the school without a fuss but forced myself to throw up so I could get sent home. This is what my parents had to deal with as a child, I was so incredibly anxious about meeting people, talking to people, and being around people I did not know. I would do anything to avoid a social encounter that I have not prepared correctly for, and

My first day truly started the moment I walked through those gaping, uninviting doors. Looking to the bright side, the building smelled fresh and clean, unlike that of middle school. Having gone to a tiny private school my entire life, transitioning to a comparably gargantuan public school was not exactly smooth. Each student had a different agenda; not the same classes with the same twenty or so kids each period. In all honesty, it was an incredibly intimidating experience.

So, while we are here in middle school we all sit in an area that we choose at the beginning of the year. Now we are going to have to face an even worse problem. We are heading to high school and some of us won't have friends there to sit with. Lately, I've been thinking, what does the first day of high school mean? IT MEANS I HAVE TO MAKE FRIENDS ALL OVER AGAIN AND PANIC THAT MY SOCIAL SKILLS WON'T FAIL ME. No friends at high school equal no one to sit with. I also don't exactly know if freshmen through seniors sit together. If they do, it's going to be even worse. Why? BECAUSE all my life I've been scared

“Ew, I thought you said that the school still looked good! Not like some crippling mess!” I could hear one of my friends, Amber complained while the others grumbled in agreement. I let my thumbs trail up and down slowly rubbing against the steering wheel.

On the second day of my senior year of high school, my AP Psychology teacher, Mrs. Markey, thought it would be a fantastic idea to go around the room asking everyone the same three questions: "what do you do in your free time?", "do you have a job?", "what do you want to be when you grow up?" I expected her to come to each of our desks individually. Instead, she sat on a stool in the front of the room and made everyone answer her questions aloud. I like attention, but I don't like being the center of it. As my turn was approaching, I was torn between staying in class or going to the bathroom to avoid answering her questions. I stayed.

For many of us our expectancy of what the first day of college should be is less or more of what is predictable considering that some of us have never been to college or are returning to college. The mindsets that we have not only are similar to most but, are very surreal to a lot and can be overwhelming. Being that I am 42 years old, going back to school to finally accomplish something with denotation had me excited yet, questioning whether this was for me. To be on campus with the majority of the students half my age unfortunately made me feel vulnerable and timeworn. I understood going back, there would be many changes especially with today’s technology and new updated curriculums. The feeling that you want to be ready for whatever comes your way was by far augmented and overtaking. Nevertheless, if goals and ambitions is what gives you the drive to better yourself no matter what age, the outcome will supersede any ill feeling you had in the beginning. A glimpse of my first day merely covers the surface of what I felt and experienced going back to school after twenty some years.

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 have lost many people in my life, family and friends. I feel like people have just vanished. I haven’t really given it much thought until lately, I look back in the past and realize that a lot of things have changed, slowly people have left, just like that. People always leave.

A sudden ring from my phone sounding like a marimba song awakened me. As I tried to open my eyes from a peaceful sleep, I reached for my phone that felt miles away. Once I grabbed my phone I stopped my alarm and I saw the time, realizing what day it was. I got up, looked out the window staring at a glowing gold round shape beginning to shine into the morning sky. I walked over to my makeup counter preparing myself for a day I'll always remember. Finishing my typical makeup routine, I started on my hair. In the process of running down my flat iron onto my long dark hair, I began to think of the day I had ahead of me. I grabbed my outfit from my dresser that I put together the night before. I ripped off the price tags of a sleeveless olive lace shirt and denim dark washed ripped skinny jeans. Pairing my outfit with American brand boat shoes with black leather and mesh panels on the side. A rich, buttery smell escaped into the air reaching my nostrils and making my mouth water, along with sizzling sound in the background. I rushed into the kitchen to find my dad making fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and crispy bacon. Minutes later, my mom shouted to my sister and I “time for the first day of school picture.” At that moment I realized I was minutes away from my first day of high school.