Personal Narrative: My First Day Of School In The United States

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.

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

My first week of at Liberty High School was pretty normal basically like a bigger version of middle school at frontier for me. My classes are all pretty fun and have their own characteristics, but for the most part cool. I went with all basic classes this year to see if they were to easy or if they would be perfect for me, so that next year if I wanted I can move up to ap classes. The sport I play most of the time right now is football, I play cornerback and running back. When I’m not playing football I am wrestling, and hopefully join the swim team if I don’t make varsity in football or wrestling. Also this year I hope that I can keep straight A’s, and if not at least not go below a

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

I started middle school almost three years ago at North Davidson Middle school. The first person that I met was named Jack Knox, I met him on my bus at the end of the first day. As time went by Jack and I became best friends, we hung out all the time in and out of school. He was in eighth grade when I was in sixth grade and I ended up going to his eighth grade graduation and he had always planned to come to mine. When summer started, we hung out everyday, he came to all of my cheer events and he even came school supplies shopping with me, and he was at the hospital the day my baby brother was born.

It was my first day at Memorial Elementary I was scared, terrified and I felt like crying. I remember we would read books for example: My Dad said to Mom etc... Although they were easy I was very lazy to read and really avoided. It just got to the point I did not pass my grade level. In many cases it would stop there but in my occasion it did not. My uncles would bully me because I did not pass my grade level and up to this time they still do it. Now days it does not bother much but in those days it hard to go thru it.

It was the middle of August. I was wearing a floral sundress, and my hair was bleach blonde, pulled back with two flower printed barrett's. I was excited to make new friends, yet nervous I would hate every second of it. My first day of kindergarten at Davenport Elementary began my long journey of elementary school.

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

Before I started school,I felt scared because I didn't know what it was gonna be like.

Living away from your country can be a really exciting and challenging, but I never expected the culture shock to impact me this much. My memories of those times aren’t strong, but I remember when my first day of school in United States started. Early in morning, our family caseworker take me to McMurray Middle School. When we reached there I saw big beautiful house at least that what I thought but unfortunately it was school. Besides the building, the view in front was outstanding, the spacious ground, playground, and everything look amazing to me because it was new to me. I look at school with smile but same time I was

There comes time in everyone's life where they have to push through something awful before getting to the silver lining. Usually, you learn about these things early, on a much smaller scale. There are times where you get sick and have to take an awfully bitter medicine to get over your illness, or have to rip off a band-aid, etc. I honestly believed high school was going to be one giant swig of the nastiest medicinal syrup life has to offer. Who could know though, every student is different, right? Well, it may not be quite what I'd originally assumed.

I opened the door with extreme hesitation and saw a bright, white classroom filled with a variety of kids all thinking the same thing “who is the new guy?” Just ten minutes ago, my mother was walking with me to the Highlands Elementary School, the first American school I attended. She told me in Japanese, “America is a great country. I’m sure you will have a great time making new friends Kazuma.” Everything that I once knew, what I once called normal life quickly came to an abrupt stop and I felt hopeless. A big, white man in his early thirties with a great, big beard started to walk towards me from his desk. His name is Mr. Carter. With his booming voice, he proclaimed, “You must be Kazuma, the new kid right?” and gestured his hand toward me.

Remember that dreadful, nerve wracking, and mind boggling day that everybody under the great, enormous sun goes through? You know, the first day of school. The time when you leave your parents for an anguishing and eternal 8 hours of the days similar to being an actual adult going to work for 8 hours of the day. Yeah, that is what my personal narrative is all about and (maybe a fun park hee,hee,hee). I hope you enjoy it and can relate to it because everybody has and will experience this HUGE milestone in life. Well, let’s get started, shall we?

It was the first day of my eighth grade year. I remember it vividly. I wore a blue button up shirt with a pair of jeans that I cut to wear as shorts and cuffed. I had blonde hair that fell halfway down my back and bangs that fell just above my glasses.