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.

In middle school normally when you enter you don’t really know anybody. Maybe you might see some friends from elementary and hangout with them. Also, the morning that you meet up with some friends you can go and look for your classes. I personally love the first day because I get to meet my teachers and catch up with my friends! Some teachers may give you homework on the first day to see were you are at. The same thing with test they might give you a test on the first day to see were you are at. Normally they don’t count it against you. When you go to each class they ask you what you need for their class. When my first day here at middle school I was nervous because it was an new school and I was bigger. I met new friends on the first day.

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.

The first day of school walking into New World never did I think I would learn and grow so much in one semester. The first grading period was like a free trial it was an experience to show me what New World school of the arts was all about and where I need to step up my game, and how to find a balance between all my classes. The second grading period was the application. In particular, my English 2 Honors class is a great example.

I remember the feeling of my first day of middle school clearly. I walked inside my math classroom, and was directed to the table I should be sitting at. I immediately sat down, took my supplies out, looked around, and felt sick. It was a whole new city, and I didn’t know anybody. Seeing new people absolutely frightened me. All I wanted to do was go back to Nogales with my friends who I grew up with, but obviously this was not an option. Throughout the day I saw people hanging out with their friends from elementary school, I didn’t know anybody, so I stayed alone, which I kept on doing for the next month or so.

“I can do this,” I told myself while entering the crowded classroom of the middle school that would be my home for the next year and a half. My stomach threatened to unravel as I walked around in search of an open desk. When the teacher spotted the perplexed look on my unfamiliar face, he asked me to introduce myself in front of the entire class. Nerves, anxiety, and sheer terror were all jumbled together as I feared that people would ridicule my broken English. At that moment when panic began to take over my entire body, I was reminded of the last two years of my life. Suddenly, my first day of school in the United States didn’t seem so bad. I can do this.

When I was just about to start school, I did not know English. I struggled to learn the language, but I worked hard, I studied the little briefcase full of English words and their Spanish translations. The work paid off in the end, so I finally learned English and was able to talk with more people than just the people in my neighborhood, and the Mexican people in my class. I could talk to my teachers, the people who did not speak Spanish, and also, I had learned a new language in 6 months. There re some funny stories involved with my first year in school. For example, my mother has told me that as preparation, they had told me that school was a place for kids only. That it was a place where the parents left the kids alone and the kids learned.

I walked in on my first day of middle and public school, terrified for my life. I had just switched schools from my private school that had closed down due to lack of funds. The previous year had not ended well for any of my classmates. I only had one person I could call a friend left. That person was Jake. Jake was really short for his age and wore glasses. He was mildly shy and quiet. But the reason I only had one friend left was because of what happened at the end of last year.

Walking into the first day of high school i never thought i would have i experience i've had until now, honestly my experience of school did not meet the expectation

Before I started school,I felt scared because I didn't know what it was gonna be like.

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

There comes time in everyone's life where they have to push through something awful before getting to the silver lining. Usually, you learn about these things early, on a much smaller scale. There are times where you get sick and have to take an awfully bitter medicine to get over your illness, or have to rip off a band-aid, etc. I honestly believed high school was going to be one giant swig of the nastiest medicinal syrup life has to offer. Who could know though, every student is different, right? Well, it may not be quite what I'd originally assumed.

The summer of second grade was the next significant milestone in my career of being a child. We migrated to Petoskey for my mother’s place of employment was there. That was, undoubtedly, my unhappiest year. It was evident on my face, for it was much longer that year. I resented every thing about that town, my teacher, the fellow students at school, my home, and above all, I hated one part of my experience in that town with a passion usually reserved for the air that fills the bag of your lays potato chips instead of chips. Every day after school I would walk to St. Frances, which had a after school program, and I would stay for three hours until my mother would rescue me from that den of miscreancy. It was at St. Frances, that I let the other

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