Personal Narrative Essay : The First Day Of 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

The first day of 7th grade was here. It was a fine day. I was scared most of the day of teachers and bullies. As I made my way to my homeroom I had felt a relief that someone I knew was going to be there. I came to the door to find Mr. Wechman standing there. He had said good morning and hello, so I felt a little better in

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.

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.

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.

Before I started school I went to daycare instead of pre-k. There were three teachers that I can remember and they were Miss Amanda, Miss Jessie, and Mrs. Teresa. Out of all of them Miss Amanda was defiantly my favorite Before I started school I would go to daycare four days a week and Friday I would stay at home with my dad because back then he had Fridays off. We went to daycare because we do not live near any of our families. I liked spending the days at daycare and also at home with my dad. When I was a kid I was pretty shy and reserved kind of like I am now also. When I was little my hair was very short and extremely blonde. My food favorite food when I was little was meat. Any kind everything from chicken to steak. One memory I have of being in daycare was when one day I pulled a

The beginning of elementary school was hard without knowing a lot of English, because in my family we just talked in Spanish but I watched television in English so I knew a couple of words. I still remember the first thing we did in class, it was writing our name on a paper, then trace it with glue the cover it with glitter. I loved going to Miller the elementary school I went to because in our school, we had the same teacher for two years. My first grade teacher was Mrs.Hall and I still remember I had two best friends in that class, funny thing was there both name was Jose so the teacher called them Jose P. And Jose M.. Everyday talking about our favorite shows and about soccer. In 2nd grade I still was friends with everyone in the class

The first day of high school was boring. On the first day in every class we went over the rules and the syllabus. I really hate it when we have to stand up and introduce ourselves in front of the class. at first i thought learning where all of my classes are would be hard because there are so many rooms and halls but it was pretty easy after a couple days.

First day of middle school. I get up at my usual time, 06:00, and do the usual: shower, get dressed, do my hair, brush my teeth. Done. I come down stairs at 06:17 and I watch two episodes of Batman: The Animated Series. Then my Dad and Mom come down the stairs with my little brothers. Picture time. I grab my backpack and go stand in front of the front door. I smile and my Dad takes my picture. Then my Mom gets my brothers in the other car and my Dad and I drive to school.

This was it, the last school I’d go to before college, high school. It all seemed so surreal that it was that time. I have never been more terrified to start something new in my entire life before. Thinking about making that transition from middle school to high school really freaked me out and I really had no idea why. Also being on crutches didn’t help the situation at all either and only made it worse. “Mom I really don’t want to go high school, it’s going to be horrific,” I’d say to my mom.

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

Living away from your country can be a really exciting and challenging, but I never expected the culture shock to impact me this much. My memories of those times aren’t strong, but I remember when my first day of school in United States started. Early in morning, our family caseworker take me to McMurray Middle School. When we reached there I saw big beautiful house at least that what I thought but unfortunately it was school. Besides the building, the view in front was outstanding, the spacious ground, playground, and everything look amazing to me because it was new to me. I look at school with smile but same time I was

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

That first day of boarding school came and seemed to never leave. I thought I made a mistake by staying in Hawaii while my parents returned to Alaska. Deciding to stay at Hawaii Preparatory Academy for school seemed like an easy decision. This decision would pave the way for my increased confidence and sense of self, but only after a great deal of heartache.