School Experience : My First Day In My School

The first 9 weeks of my sophomore year I started out Marion High School. I did not like that school very much because the kids were always fighting in the halls and smocking in the bathrooms. It was very hard to make it to class on time because the school is so big. I ended up moving back to Mississinewa.

My first day I got lost the whole day, but since my older brother went here I had a couple people to show me around. A lot of the senior boys took me in as their little sister because of my brother. So I really did not have to worry about people messing with me. My freshmen year went well; until my cousin came here. A lot of people did not like him so he stayed in

Walking into the school, it was cold and did not have a very comforting feeling, there was white and red everywhere, seeing as those are the school colors. I remember the directions I was told the day before about where to sit in the morning and how to get to first period, immediately after walking in to gym, which was hot and smelled of sweat, and students were walking around everywhere. I was so overwhelmed and immediately forgot what I was supposed to do. I found the nearest friendly teacher and explained that I was new and had no idea what I was supposed to do, they told me what section the sixth graders sat in and to look on the edge of rows for my homeroom teachers name and sit and wait for announcements. The bleachers looked rather disgusting with gum crammed on the underside of the bleacher. I followed instructions and awkwardly sat there while students around me did not even notice my presence, and the few who did not say anything. I just sat there and watched everyone, students milling around and conversing like a colony of ants, you could tell who the leaders were, the workers, the people who tried to be the best, and most importantly the smart

The beginning of my freshman year was so anticipated. It was a clean slate for me, because the drama at my old school and the judgmental people made me insecure. It was exciting to come to a community of my “sisters.” I was, and still am, called a twig, skinny, a noodle, and more destructive names. I was going through a slight depression, I hated how I looked physically because of the standards that society and my generation set. I was damaged and came to Saint Vincent Academy for healing.

Middle school what a trying time. My mother asked if I was going to be ok with leaving the only life I knew just a month before school started. She made it sound so good. "No dress code Cari" She knew that was the one thing I hated about Warrensville school the dress code. So I agreed to move to Euclid.

My Junior started at Saint Paul’s High school, it was a semi-small school from what i thought. The hallways were small and always crowded when we switched classes. Everyone knew of everybody, but most probably never even talked to one another. There was so much drama, everyone talked about everybody, you just could not be yourself. The staff was not really understanding, I was constantly feeling stressed and worried. I Eventually decided to go to my sister’s school, Highlander Academy.

The public school that I got switched to was called Van Gogh Elementary School located in Granada Hills. My old school wasn't in the area so I didn't know a single person at the school. I remember walking into class and the whole class was staring at me. My face turned as red as a tomato from the shyness. I didn't think I was going to make any new friends until after a month of school starting. I tried very hard to make friends but I was to shy to talk to people I didn't know. This experience caused me to be different than who I was back

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! My digital clock struck 7:00, my light turned on, and I got ready. “Oh, it’s my first day of second grade,” I remembered while putting on my hat. The sun was shining through my bedroom window, lighting up the corners of the room. This is 2011 in September and I was ready for my first day of second grade. I walked out of my room, seeing my entire family arisen from their peaceful slumber. I sat down at the table, pouring in a bowl of Kix and scarfing them down like I haven’t eaten in days. Once everyone was done getting ready for school, my mom driven me, Caiden, Aaron, and Moriah to school. I was back at Barker Elementary as a second grader. I couldn’t wait to see my new classroom.

When the first day arrived, I was simply terrified. I remember looking around the classroom and not knowing what to do because everyone seemed so scary to me. Even with the transition to a new school, I behaved in the same manner as I did at my old school. I remained quiet, spoke when instructed to, liked to be on

7:00 a.m. I wake up to the sound of my phone screaming in my ear. My mom is also yelling “Emily, turn that alarm off! Some of us are trying to sleep!” Today is the first day of school so my friends are all texting me. As I walk to the bathroom, I grab a skirt and a top that I hung up last night. My friends and I decided that we should all wear skirts on the first day of school.

I woke up to my alarm clock and mom banging on my door. The time is 7:50 and I am late for my first day to my new school. Unsure of what to do when I pull up to the school I ask my mom to move back to my old home. I walk into my new class with all eyes on me for being the new kid hoping the teacher seats me in the back of the classroom for a quick getaway when the bell rings. Unfortunately I was seated dead center, with an icebreaker activity. I met a new friend, his name was Augustine. Tall and skinny with no real confidence to him, I decided to talk to him to see how everything runs. Not to long before summer starts and I was hoping the days went by fast. After school was finally over it was time to go home. The first day of a new school was not as bad. I received a text message from my scout master saying the meeting starts at 7. Excited for the meeting to start I tried doing keeping myself busy. It came time for the meeting and got my shirt freshly ironed with my slacks. We were shown to dress up proper young men by our scout master.

I was standing there looking at all the pictures of her, of Katy dreading the moment I have to walk through those double glass doors and see her lying there in the casket at the front of the dimly lit church. I can tell my mom did not want to go through the doors either. We both spent a few more moments looking at the pictures of Katy and it made me think of the first day we met.

“Avery,” My younger brother, Anthony, yelled in my ear. “Mom said it’s time to get ready for school.” I opened one eye only to have his crystal blue ones find mine, he then proceeded to jump up and down on my bed until I finally sat up.

As we got ready for school the first day I was not sure if I was excited or scared to join this community. I had heard that it was a good school and I would easily be accepted into a group of friends. I was not. I had a terrible first day of school. My mom picked my sister and I up and I was crying my eyes out. I could not wait to get out of that place. It was a completely

I was in 7th grade starting to read The Outsiders in class, I absolutely loved it so I rode my bike home as fast as I could. I had stayed up late until I finished the book my eyes tired and drooping from reading for so long but itching to get this book finished. Once I had finally finished it I was so happy but ready to find another great read I could sink into. I had always loved reading and learning new things in general. I wanted to know how things worked and was naturally curious but somewhere in my school career I had lost my ambition to learn. I began to think I was too stupid for all this, I was developing a fixed mindset thinking that I couldn’t gain any more knowledge than I already had that I was stuck. When I should’ve been fostering a growth mindset, trying to learn from my mistakes and grow from them. In my school career I have had many times I have fallen into these two mindsets or lost motivation all together.