Personal Narrative: I Had My First Day At Washington Academy

The first time that Sean and I met was in the 7th grade at Washington Middle School. Sean was the new kid at school at the time, and when you're the new kid the teacher introduces you to the entire class. The teacher also wanted someone to give Sean a tour of the school, so she wanted to see who already knew him. I didn't know him yet, but when she asked who did I yelled out "I do!" She turned to Sean and asked if he knew me, he said yes even though he knew he didn't. As I was giving him a tour of the school he asked if I actually knew him. I told him no, I just wanted to get out of class. And that was the beginning to our

On this bright and sunny day of August. I was very happy and excited to be starting my first day of Booker T. Washington high school as a freshman.Today I am going to tryout for pom with my friends Maddison, Haleema, and Jose. As I walk out the school doors to go home and get ready for pom tryouts I get butterflies in my stomach because I’m very nervous. When we are driving up to the school I look at all the people who are here and I know that Haleema, Maddison,Jose and I have to try our best if we really want to make it.The next couple of days as I walk down the hall I see the boys and girls who tried out for pom rushing to an orange paper hanging on the wall next to the lockers. On the paper I see Maddison and I made the team. That moment I noticed that Haleema and Jose were a little disappointed because they tried their hardest. So they decided to join track the next day. Maddison and I were very excited that we had pom practice the next day.

Events: Today was my first day at Tecumseh High School, it actually start off at Tecumseh Middle School ha. In my defense I typed in Tecumseh High School, and maps didn’t have it right, so I went all the way through town, pasted the real high school only to find out I wasn’t where I needed to be. Finally I made it to the High School and there wasn’t any real problems after that. It was easy to get in and find the office, I was escorted to the weight room where I found out that I was going to be in a strength and conditioning class, I had no idea it was strength and conditioning, I figured it was another physical education class. While in the class I wasn’t really introduced to the class for some reason I felt like that was odd but I was able to watch and figure out how class was ran and what was

Hi,name is Willie and I go to Beecher Prep. This year i’m going to be in Seventh grade this year. I’m 12 years old and i’m well built fast and smart I play sports like baseball and basketball. I have sea green eyes.I also have a smooth but sculpted face and brown hair.Im going to tell you about last year at beecher prep it starts like this, this new kid has a problem with his face i’ve seen him in the school. I had just got done shooting free throws and I was just about to walk home and I saw him he was taking some tour with three other kids. He seemed very shy. I have to say I was very shocked to see him at first. Two boys and one girl. There was one boy who seemed nice,but the other boy was mean and tried to bully the kid with the issue.

I was worried about being drawn to other topics besides marine science. It's what I've always thought I wanted to do, but after my first year at Evergreen, I've allowed myself to explore a lot more. I decided it's okay to learn and experience different things along the way, as long as I feel they're beneficial, and will improve my understanding of the world. I haven't veered too far from my original interest and want my focus to be in environmental studies.

Remembering the first day I attended school in America, it was nothing more than dreadful, miserable and terrifying.On one side, I remember been called an Indian maggot, on the other side, an African foreigner, and finally the dead walker.With the addition of getting accustomed to the language, culture and the people, I felt this was one of the most hardest obstacles I had ever experienced. Before the age of 14, I arose every morning to the comfort and pleasure of my parents. When regional holidays came about, men and women packed their children's clothes and headed off to to relatives houses, when Christmas came around, men and women flooded the streets in their traditional Eritrean white cotton garments, with woven colors of red,green and blue symbolizing Eritrean flag. At every street corner, smartly dressed men and women

“Today class, we will be learning about Mind and behaviour,” said the professor as he opened up the start of his presentation. This was it. This was the first day University for Harleen Quinzel. All the work, anxiety attacks and studying during high school has finally paid off. Harleen has made it and is now beginning her first day at Gotham University. Many people would question why anyone would study in a city crawling with crime, but with that being said, tuition fees are slightly lower as well as the maintenance, and also because it has a local asylum known as Arkham which homed the most extreme personalities in the country. From a young age, Harleen always wanted to work with people who minds ticked differently and only recently that she found an

I remember my first day at West Haven High School - I was terrified. I spent the night before reviewing how to get to my first period class. It did not help - as soon as I walked into the building I was overwhelmed. My older sister had already vanished with her friends and I had absolutely no idea where to go, but then I saw it. The back of blue shirt with the words PEER ADVOCATE written on it. I timidly walked over and asked for directions. Within an instant not only did I know where to go, but I was completely calm - if I had any questions I knew who to ask. It's the small things like that which draws me towards peer advocates.

My first day of kindergarten at Donald Elementary School was the first day of my twelve-year prison sentence. Previously I had attended 2 years of Montessori School, where each student was able to learn at their own pace. I had already learned my hundreds chart, the basics of reading and writing, and how interact with my peers. Mrs. Curls kindergarten classroom was nothing like I had ever experienced before. It was a holding cell. I was forced to sit in my assigned seat next to Johnny and listen to my classmates count to ten and sing the alphabet for six hours a day five days a week. I didn’t understand how school could be so boring. I quickly learned it was because there is no real freedom to be found in schools. The most severe problem found

In order to meet the new challenges Indiana Academy will undeniably present to me, I will increase and build upon the skills I already possess. I welcome the prospect that I will be challenged, even if the task does seem daunting. The level of difficulty I face in my school now does not push me to study, as I am already successful and therefore do not see the need to study habitually. However, I have found useful studying strategies and note taking formats that I will implement at the Indiana Academy. By setting myself a strict regimen like I did with scouting, work outs, sports, and Philmont, I will be able to accomplish any tasks handed to me. My scouting experiences have helped me to communicate better with people on a more personal

Four years ago our class walked into Assumption High School not knowing that on earth awaited us. Some of us walked in excited and ready for a new adventure, others walked in timid not knowing what to expect, and some walked in terrified because they came from a different school and didn’t know anyone. Some of took one look at Assumption and thought it was massive for a school. As for me, I was terrified because I had heard of stories of the freshman getting pranked like taping them to a poll, or spray painting their car. Now four years later our class is walking out of Assumption thinking about how the halls seem much smaller than before, and how the teachers aren’t terrifying as we thought they were.

Unfortunately I won't be around tomorrow. Is there anyway I could bring it today ? If not today, I won't be back in the city until Tuesday.

February 7, 2001, the day my mom and I step foot into America. I remembered it like it was yesterday. The roads filled with snow. A week later, I was enrolled into Beeson Elementary school as a 5th grader. With the little English that I possessed, I was placed in an ESL class. EVERYTHING was different! I felt like a fish out of water and feared getting ready to school every morning. One day in P.E. class, I was pushed down and a boy placed a piece of chewed gum on my hair. I didn’t know how to react except to run to the restroom and cried. Suddenly, my P.E. teacher came to my rescue. She helped me get the gum out and we sat for a while before heading back out. The boy gave me unpleasant stare each day after that, because he got in trouble.

“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.

I was born in the war-torn country of Sudan, life there was abysmal, my family and I had to endure a hard journey filled with famine, suffering, and tragedy. When I was just at the age of eight, my house was raided by a terrorist group and my brother and sister were forcefully taken away from us. I never saw them again. The sudden loss of my brother John and sister Catherine, left a detrimental effect on all of us. Those were dark, dark days. When I was nine years old, my family turned a blind eye to the world, isolating ourselves from the horrid society. There my father came up with a brilliant plan to escape to Australia. But I digress; that is a story for another time. For now, I am here to talk about my experience at my first day of school.