“That smells disgusting! Put it away!” he scowled at my lunch as he plugged his nose. I peered down at the kimbap, the Korean dish that my mom had woken up early to make for my first day of school in America. Feeling rejected and ashamed, I closed the lid and began to sob. Over the next years, I drastically changed my lifestyle in attempt to fit into the new environment. Instead of rice, I ate cereal for breakfast, although I despised the creamy odor of milk. I listened to One Direction instead of K-Pop, although I disliked the music style. I responded in English to my parents, although they didn’t understand English. After these conformations, my peers seemed to accept me. However, I unknowingly grew miserable as I began to reject my
When I got introduced to middle school approaching the first day of school, I possessed a lot of various feelings.I was afraid, had butterflies in my stomach, and assumed that middle school was going to be a challenging four years of my life.Basically, I was extremely nervous and excited for the opening day of middle school.
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
It was the first day of school at Brooklyn High school and at some ungodly hour, my cold-blooded step brother,Alex,came pounding on my door, saying,”Gracie, wake up, it’s time for school and my room isn’t clean!!” It was so early, even the taxi drivers were sleeping.
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.
At Quickstart before freshman year I had a panic attack before I even entered the building. I saw how big the school was and I became extremely nervous about starting school. There was so much pressure to make the next four years, the best four years. Also, none of my friends were attending Lane with me and I did not know how to make new friends. Upon entering the building on the first day I got lost a couple of times but I made a couple of friends and lasting impression on my teachers.
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
“Take this, and start learning english” is what my sister whilst giving me a book with pictures and english words. My family had recently decided to bring me to Florida. They thought it would be better to go to America knowing some english, rather than none. I never did study the book; learning english as a foreigner without any previous knowledge was a little difficult, for an seven year old.
It was the first day of middle school and so much had changed in just a few months. It wasn't because I was going to a new school, it was because 7th grade was the year I decided I was going to wear the hijab. A hijab is a scarf Muslim women decide on wearing as a cover for their hair; a way to show modesty. I never thought that something that I had grown up around; would be such a hard thing to do myself. I grow up with me mom and sisters wearing the hijab; I never once saw it affect them in their daily lives, so I never thought it would affect mine. When the time came and I decided to wear the hijab; none of my friends expected it, everyone started asking me questions about it. Even though I didn't mind answering the questions, I just
“Hello! What’s your name?” “Uyen Nhat Phuong Nguyen.” I see the expression, then hear the response: “ What?” Starting fifth grade in the U.S. without knowing a single word of English, going to back to Vietnam three years later incapable of fully enhancing the Vietnamese language is not exactly an ideal circumstance for blending in. For many years, I was always the quiet one sitting in the corner, the one who few people talked to, the one out of the loop. I was the “local alien”.
It was the first day of middle school and there were millions of people. At the beginning of the day I was so nervous. Okay Kelly, you can do this...you can do this...We all went to our first class.
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.
Up above the classroom full of children staring at me, I have to adjust this light fixture. I remember being in class thinking the maintenance people were so obnoxious. I don't remember being that small when I was 17 either. I feel so old now, how strange.
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.
Before I started school,I felt scared because I didn't know what it was gonna be like.