The Craziest First Day Ever

To many freshman the first day of high school is the opening chapter of a new novel, a fresh start to a sometimes embarrassing middle school experience we would all just love to erase from our memories. August 13th, 2012 was the beginning of my four year long narrative at Cypress Bay High School. Despite my desperate desire to grow up, become an adult, and move far away from my parents for college all that did not seem possible because I had never previously attended a public school. I was struck with fear that I would not be able to adjust to the fast pace dynamics of a large high school.

When I saw my friends walking toward me, that’s when I finally stepped into the building. As I walked into the building, I was astonished by how enormous the school was compared to my middle school. Some teachers welcomed me to the new school, and asked me if I needed any help finding the classrooms, while the other teachers were too busy typing on their computers. The moment when I entered my homeroom, it surely was much bigger than the one at my old school, the room makes me feel more comfortable with the new environment because the teacher was very friendly and very professional because of well-prepared clothes, and the way she talked. I finally realized that I have entered the world of reality, such as passing all my classes and graduate high school, then off to

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

Fear. As I walked into the huge, unfamiliar building of Gibson Southern High School on my first day of freshmen year, I shook with terror. New teachers, new people, new classes, and a new environment that I yearned to explore, but anxiety filled my body. I had previously attended Haubstadt Community School, where I finally felt comfortable and now everything seemed frightening and different. Although my body told me not to, I forced myself to push through the day with a positive attitude. After all, this would be my home for the next four years.

Today is the first day that I set foot into Central High School, one of the most prestigious high schools in Philadelphia. The blood rushes through my veins as I allow that fact to sink in. I climb up the steep hill, focused solely on trying to make my way to the deep red doors as other students, one by one, join their respective social groups.

The transition from Grady High School had become a starting point of a new life. Slowly but surely, it found its way into adulthood. Where I embraced a new sense of responsibility and maturity. At this given time and day, I was responsible for following the rules and regulations. These set of rules was being enforced by the principal named Dr.Bockman. Students did not appreciate her position as being principal, yet her job was to support the Grady community. She had a very strict job and she took it very seriously. Nevertheless, I made my first entrance into the steps of being in high school. I walked into Grady High School with an overwhelming fear of anxiety and depression. I had no idea what the expectations was gonna be. So, I knew that

I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.

As any other freshman entering high school it can be a very nerve racking situation. On September 8, 2015 I Chelsea Gonzalez was entering high school in Thurgood Academy Of Learning And Social Change , my mind was going crazy and I didn't know what to expect. I have always asked myself whether high school would be similar to what appeared in movies; people dancing and singing on top of the lunch tables or, was it going to be a 4 horrible school years in which I would never make friends. I clearly remember seeing kids running toward their group of friends, as I walked down the lunchroom. My hands were sweating and it felt like a million butterflies in my stomach. The room was filled with cries of laughter, kids running back and forth asking each

When hearing my iPhone erupt with an annoying, high-pitched siren, forcing my heavy eyelids to peel wide, a sense of, well, nothingness, rests still in my body. The typical mundane routine; get up and go to school, get through each class, and call it a “good” day. “Did you get smarter today?” my parents ask, as I return home from my picnic of a day. As much as I long to begin spitting out new scientific methods, advanced government policies, or even extreme mathematical strategies, all learned at the great Evanston High School, my response is often one of only a few murmurs. Undeterred by my fear of the difficulty connected to high school work, classes, and projects, I quickly realized that fear was completely unnecessary. The academics at Evanston High School are, to say quite lightly, basic and plain sailing. Even with the opportunity to “challenge”

High school was one of those things I dreaded. I knew there would be homework every night, mean teachers, and of course, the constant drama of teenage girls. What I dreaded even more, was what I had heard about my first-hour teacher, Ms. Daubendiek. She was the type of teacher that pushed her students to work hard, even harder than they thought possible, in order to help them succeed. Little did I know, this “scary” teacher would be one that would change my life.

Bone-shaking anxiety filled the morning of my first day of high school. Coming from Christ the King, I had never had more than twelve kids in a class with me, and now I would have a minimum of twenty? That alone made me nervous, but I also had to walk through the dreaded Senior hallway to get to my Science class, and I was terrified at the thought of making my way through that maze of giants. However, everything went smoothly in those areas, and all that awaited me was the class that I feared the most: Concert Band I. It was one thing to walk through the hallway with upperclassmen, but now I had to be in a class with them. Needless to say, I was mortified until I walked into the room and the first sentence I heard was, “Hey Erik, welcome to

The first day at American High school is the first time in many years, I experience such exciting feeling. My host mother took me to the school, right then, a strange feeling and many appeared in my head. This mixture of excitement and nervous would be the most memorable feeling that I have never experience since I

The first day of school is nerve-wracking for most people, for me, the first day was especially terrifying. The first day of a college class is probably more crazy than all others. My mom and younger sister, Michaela, were busy taking pictures as I attempted to run out of the door. After being homeschooled for the last six years, I knew it would be a much different experience. I had been in my room alone doing school; I was content with where I was. The morning of the first day of class, I was so busy that I didn’t have time to be nervous. However, as I ran out the door, my heart rate elevated to a pace of 138 bpm. I felt older, nervous, excited, and anxious as I left for Pellissippi. Although it had been six years since I had been in a classroom, I realized that all of my worry was for nothing once I walked into Ms. Brown’s class.

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

It’s ten years later, and I’m sitting for the first time in a high school classroom, scribbling information into a black notebook. The words smudged as my hand rubs over the ink, as I’m a lefty. The teacher flips the presentation to the next slide and continues droning on about classroom procedures and fire drills. Refreshing cool, a breeze drifted in through the window. The image of sweaty seniors bounding down the hall with their friends, especially as a freshman, is scary. Earlier today, a senior boy by the name of Maxwell laughed at me. He told me I wasn't supposed to think that I could get into anything but the community high school my parents placed me into. He told me that the administrators would never give a spot to me. "They’re going to give the