Personal Narrative Essay : The First Day Of School

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

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

instantly we became friends. I met him on the first day of school, his honey colored, poofy hair instantly caught my attention. I heard the bell, I was quickly reminded of the sounds of Brookhurst Junior High, chattering girls, circles of guys arguing about sports. I enter my math classroom, that smells of markers and old carpet, I was searching for a place to sit, hoping to find the perfect spot. There was only one seat open, first day of school feelings controlled my body with an arousing feeling

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. ¨Jake wake up it's the first day of school, also for my new job so I can't have you holding me up.¨ Mom always made sure I left before

I took three dense steps off the school bus. It was like bees swarming the hive, people were everywhere, frantically searching for friends from their elementary schools and hugging each other in joy for not seeing each other for the entire summer. I, on the other hand, was stuck squished between the giant 8th graders, that would be moving on from this school next year--wish that was me. The large entrance of the school was ten times the size of me. I did not have a single clue where I was going.

Dread doesn't even begin to describe what I am feeling this morning. It's the first day of school. Yeah, actually, literal, school. "But I don't wannnaaaa." I mumbled into my pillow but sadly my alarm clock doesn't speak English. I groan some more and grab the clock from off my bedside table. The cold metal woke me up a bit, but that doesn't mean I still wasn't happy with the metal piece of work. I threw the alarm clock across the room, which actually didn't make it shut up. "What was that?"

I looked up at the school towering in front of me, the one thing I didn't realize was the shadow staring down at me from the top floor window. I lived in a little town named BlackSmithing. A school was built and was opened right away. I was not excited for the school, knowing that the only people signing up to be a teacher there were the meanest men and ladies. They named the school BlackSmith School, the most pain and boring name in the whole world. The first day of school, I saw all of my friends

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

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

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. I like the high school more than the middle school because we can leave for lunch and there are windows here. I liked seeing all of my friends