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

I blink, but nod my head as I get an extra pencil from my bag. I sit back up, and hand the pencil to Kya. I don't know why she'd need a pencil in the last 5 minutes of class. Kya takes the pencil, and I look back down at my desk. I look up at the clock, and see we have a minute left. I pack up my stuff in my binder, and stack it on my desk. I take the note, and unfold it, noticing Kya looking over my shoulder at it.

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.

“School is dreadful” I respond, “People are quite cruel.” Lilly tries to look disappointed for

I sigh a head back to the classroom I know I have been gone for far too long for it to be considered normal and the last thing I need is for the teacher to come after me. I walk into the all to silent classroom which of course makes everyone stare at me. "What took you so long? I bet you were scared and ran off like a little bit-" "you might want to think about how you end that sentence before you go any further" the teacher warns.

Finally, Ms. Miller, in an act of desperation tries to mend our broken friendship. The teacher grabs me by the shoulders, red from crying for so long, and puts me in front of Maya.

She calls the first student, a tall blonde girl who's actually good at this class. My eyes glance around the room, anything to distract me from the growing fear in my stomach of being called. My eyes find one of my best friends Luca, who I had to move away from earlier

It all started early Wednesday morning it was April 24th when the bell for first period rang. Everyone left their group of friends and scattered all over campus to get to their classes. It wasn’t until the tardy bell rang and my class still didn’t have a teacher that we knew

As I walk through the classroom door, someone new, someone I've never met before bumps into me. She slams her head into mine, sending a wave of

I enter in the Room with Ms.Roya, everybody is looking me like I’m the First student they saw in their life, then Ms.Roya introduce me to the class. I met another teacher. I don’t know her name but

“Are you okay?” I look up from the Sudoku book, which I suddenly realize is still closed, to see the girl

Impressed I pull back as to not get caught by her while she's drawing. The teacher wraps up her timeline and 5 years later, or so it seems, the bell rings. I take my lunch box and make my way to the roof as we had previously discussed. Not too far

“Hey, is everything okay in here?” I ask as I knock, but receive no response other than muffled cries. Poking my head into the room, I switch on the lights. Scanning the room, I notice someone buried under their sheets on the twin bed to the right. I realize that we’re not alone; a head counselor is in the back grading my performance. Her presence immediately makes me ten times more nervous. As I redirect my attention back the unknown

"No, Connie. I do not." Her face falls and she turns slowly. I shrug it off and continue to class. I walk in to find twenty pairs of eyes staring at me, twenty mouths whispering my name. Word travels fast in this shit hole of a school, so I assume this is about Connie. I take my seat and wait for the teacher to take names. All eyes are still on me, the only sound their whispers. The chair next to me creaks in protest as it is dragged violently across the floor and a bag hits the desk next to me.