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

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

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.

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 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.

“That smells disgusting! Put it away!” he scowled at my lunch as he plugged his nose.

As I walked in in the first day of middle school I was looking where to get

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.

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

Everyone gazes up at the sky and thinking soon I will boarding a big, spacious plane with the ability to go anywhere in this huge world. I never thought that I would be one person from my village to fly to the biggest country in the world United States. Lesya from the small village name Ozerna, Ukraine to go somewhere big and new. All of my friends didn't believe me that I could learn a new language in one year or I could go far away and won't want to go back. My first day of seventh grade was also my first day in American school. The first day of the school was very stressful for all students,summer was over, no more hanging with your friends, go on summer vacation. Students don't know what lockers they're going to get, or what classes they'll have. Also, students are really worried about if they are going to have their friends in all their . I was concerned about getting lost, and who to ask for directions. I didn’t know how to approach my teachers, since I only knew a little english. The thing that scared me the most was if I'm going to make friends. I got inside the school, and I thought what I got myself into. Friendship Junior High School was the biggest school that I have ever see. The lockers were blue like a sky.Students were talking to each other, looking over their schedules to make sure they are in the same class.

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.

“Come on Jason, get in the car!” Mom yelled. I raced upstairs to get my backpack and darted out the door. Being late on my first day at a new school was not something I wanted to happen. Mom started driving right as I closed the door because she didn’t want me to be late either. As we approached Fairfield Jr. High School I got the butterflies in my stomach from seeing all these new faces. Someone dressed in black dress pants, black shoes, a white button up, and a black tie was greeting every student and every parent.

The evermost dreaded first day of school; well not just any school, high school. Dun dun dun, what supposed to be the the scariest part of our ever so small existences thus far. Massive lockers looming over us, the gigantic seniors ready to terrorize us lowly freshman. However after all the warnings I’ve gotten in books and movies, I still thought i would escape without embarrassment. Oh, the innocence I had.

6:37 a.m. I stand in front of my shuttered bedroom mirror, as the blood slowly trickles its way down my fingers and onto my freshly cleaned, white carpet. Tears begin to roll down from my emerald green eyes down and rest upon my rosy cheeks but it wasn’t from the intense sharp pain I was experiencing in my hand. I lowered my head as my strawberry blonde hair falls over my face, blocking my view from the mirror. It’s another school day and just like the last, I was dreading the very thought of it. I feel my phone vibrate against my leg, so with my dry hand I reach across my body and grab my mobile from my left pocket. “Today’s going to be fun, I promise. Remember no big girls don’t cry :).” This is just another daily reminder from our