Personal Narrative Essay : The First Day Of School

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.

"Ava... Ava." I hear my name being called and I groan at the intrusion of my sleep. I turn over to my side and bring the blankets up, covering my face completely from the morning sun.

I end up slapping him across the face or punching his arm as hard as I can. This time I decide to punch him in the arm. “OW!” He yells and I get up and run to a corner in the darkness where he can’t see me. I see him rub his arm, in an attempt to slow the pain.

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.

Lucy and Sasha were still asleep like dead corpses. Madison just brushes it off and went back to sleep, I decided to go grab a drink of water as my mouth was as dry as the desert before I could reach the kitchen I was rattled by another loud bang. I just ignored it and I continued on to the kitchen I was aghast to see

"Not much" He replied. My mother angled herself peeking around to see what was going on.

My first day of middle school was all over the place. I had more classes then I did last year and had no idea where to go. My new school was 2 floors tall. I went up and down stairs over and over again. I didn’t know where my locker was or the combo. I was so not ready for middle school at all my life will never be the same because I will have multiple classes and teachers.

My first day of middle school was extremely difficult for me. I was nervous in my first class, I took a seat next to people that I knew in all my classes. There is no work on the first day, and the teachers basically tell you the same thing. As for lunch, I just found a friend that I used to hang out with last year, and then I found other people from my group from last year, we found a table and ate. I knew that I will like it a lot more than elementary school. In the middle I learned that I needed to work harder and become wiser. Not to let people get in my way of my education. I liked having several teachers instead of just one or teachers. I did not like sitting down in one class all day and I like to move around. I got the opportunity to have new people in each one of my classes. Finally going to middle school gave me to get a new experience. For some reason they work in middle school became easier for me instead of harder. I always thought going to a new school that the work

I went outside and threw it into the trash bin, and closed the lid quickly. I walked back slowly with my front still facing the trash bin, in fear that it might burst out and want revenge. When I was at a distance where I deemed safe enough I turned around and ran as fast as I could back into the house and back into bed, I then shut my eyes as tightly as possible and did my best to fall asleep as fast as I could.

My room is dark and silent, as is the rest of the house. The alarm clock reads 2:26 A.M. The curtains are still open and

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 grabbed the box and brought it around the blanket-wall into my room, so I could look inside of it at my desk. Once I had opened it, I discovered that the noise was coming from my old Talk Boy Jr. I laughed when I noticed that an old shoe box, filled with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Jurassic Park figures, had shifted its position. The shoe box landed on the play button of the Talk Boy Jr., making it repeat an old voice-n-static recording. I pulled the Talk Boy Jr. out of the box

It is 5:57am on a Wednesday morning and I am dreading the sound of my alarm

I awoke to the loud screeching of my younger sister Abby, and I instantly react by shoving a pillow over my head. I let out a muffled groan and peel my eyes open while sitting up and turning to look at the clock. 8:03am.