The First Day Of High School

The week leading up the first day of high school I was really excited. I could not wait to see all my old friends and the ones I had made in the previous school year. I could not wait to get back into a daily routine. On the night prior to the first day I got a great nights rest. I was walking in confident that it was going to be a great day and a great overall year. I got to meet all my teachers and they all seem amazing. I can already tell that it is going to be a great year. I can already tell high school is going surpass middle school and elementary school by far. The amount of class options seem unending I can not wait to try psychology next year. I wish there was more room in my schedule so I could take more classes, or having an optional zero or eighth period so I could take extra classes. I know that I am on the path for success and it is my peers, teachers, and the Owen J. Roberts school district curriculum that helped is helping me walk down that path.

He was very nervous for his first day of high school not only because of all the new people that he doesn’t know but he has heard of the classes in high school and presenting in front of a class. He was nervous enough just having to go write something on the board because he wasn’t confident in his answers and didn’t want to be made fun of, let alone speaking in front of the class “Speaking to new people one on one was hard enough let alone speaking in front of the whole class” says Scott. The first day of high school came faster than he expected or wanted it to. Most of the upperclassmen just kept to themselves and didn’t really talk to him, but some noticed that he had a lunch with none of his friends and the upperclassmen went and sat with him so he didn’t feel alone.

New year, new school, bring it on. I spent countless days thinking of endless scenarios of my first day of seventh grade. I had high hopes for my new school, Maranatha Private School, which ended up being the most wretched hive of scum and villainy in southern California. I didn’t get much sleep the night before my first day and I was the quiet, shy kid who had but two friends. I barely made it to class on time as the teacher began taking attendance. Slowly she passed over the names until she reached mine. “Brandon Ham-hamburger, Hembijner?” I sat slumped in my seat, my face redder than a freshly picked tomato. The only thing I wanted in that moment was to be home watching Netflix, away from all of these unfamiliar faces trying to figure me out. ‘Dear God, I know you’re there so just hear me out real quick alright?’ I thought to myself, ‘Please just get me out of this one little thing.’ Call it coincidence, but I think this was a little bit more than that. At the exact moment when I was about to correct the teacher, the PA system came on: “Teachers, please report to the gym with your class for the start of the year assembly.” All the attention was taken off of me and I began to think that this year may not be so bad... I was sorely mistaken.

The first day of anything is always filled with the unknown. New surroundings, a new environment, and of course new faces. These simple changes can drastically intimidate a person, and cause feelings of anxiety. This is how my first day of high school felt.

You could say that I was a little nervous that it was my first day of high school. I had all my notebooks, pens, pencils, papers, and other handy things in my brand new Adidas backpack. My mom was so excited for me, she had made me a delicious breakfast in the morning and was waiting downstairs for me. I made sure that my White Nike Air Max 90’s were spotless because you know me I gotta look fresh on the first day. When I was all done getting prepared for school I told myself and my mom before we got into the car that “ This my day to shine” because it was.

It was the first day of grade 6! The day’s morning was really exciting and welcoming. But, as the day went on it wasn't. It maybe was the worst day of my life. I always hoped, that that day had never came or will never come again! The whole time I felt like going back home.

Imagine the first day of highschool, of course being a freshman doesn’t help calm your nerves, a new community you’re being thrusted into with little previous knowledge of it. You have all these ideas in your head of everything that your least excited for like the amount of homework, the location of your classes, and waking up early, luckily everyone keeps reminding you high school is a great experience and it won’t be so bad. You know you need to look good and act a certain way, after all you're not in middle school anymore. This is a new journey and it’s yours to enjoy.

In the memory of each person about school, it was something that very difficult and pleasure, especially the first day of school. My family came to the U.S in my freshmen year, the first day of school on the land of free left me a lot of memories about school, the feelings , people and classes. The first day of school for me was messed up between the feelings, it’s because everything was new to me, there were many things that surprised and challenged me in the first day of school.

My first day of highschool changed my identity through new environments new teachers new friends and new standards. On the first day of school I woke up to my blaring alarm “beep beep beep beep”. After I hit the snooze button it was 6:00 and realized the summer was over and new school had started. I had not worried much about this day but today was different. I had the stomach bug I felt as though I was going to throw up. The sun was just waking up throwing vibrant colors into the sky as I looked out my window. I had a checklist printed on my door making sure I didn't miss anything “Shoes, teeth, clothes, phone, breakfast, lunch, supplies and schedule.” Once I had gotten dressed I started to feel my heart

The first day is always the hardest. You go from being the leaders of the school, to the babies of the school.

The bus pulled around the corner and squealed to a stop. I groaned. The first day of school. I stepped onto the bus, trudged to the back, and threw my backpack onto a seat. I moved here from Geraldton just last month, in August. My dad was given a new job, which is really good, but that meant we had to pack our bags and move to Brighton, which was on the other side of the country. New house, new neighborhood, new state, new school, I’m surprised my head hasn’t burst. And even worse, i 'm starting high school for the first time. I’m supposed to know all about the school and everything.

I am not someone that would be considered outgoing, and my personality probably reflects anything but the word. Yet, it is strange how a single person in life can help someone see life and the world in a whole different way. AFTER A SURPRISE MEETING OF SOMEONE FROM A DIFFERENT COUNTRY AND CULTURE, I WOULD HAVE NEVER THOUGHT THAT THEIR PERSONALITY COULD HELP ME SEE THE WORLD DIFFERENTLY.

Since September, my AP Language experience has drastically changed paths many times. This class has challenged me mentally, yet is not the hardest and most challenging thing I have ever done. I came into the year, and the class, with a relatively open-mind, but majorly underestimated my writing abilities. Since that ill-fated September day, the first day of school, I have gained an exceptional amount of confidence when it comes to my writing abilities. Needless to say, I definitely feel challenged this year, which was much overdue. It was an adjustment from just being able to whip up an essay up from nothing, to having to critically think about what I was writing. This year, has definitely pushed me as a writer, and I feel as though I have gained a vast repertoire of writing strategies. Overall, I would rank the class at a medium level of difficulty, as I do not find it easy, but it is also not impossible. In terms of overall experiences, I am beyond satisfied with my growth and the time that is devoted to developing our skills. I was elated beyond belief when I started the year out at a 6/9, because I had doubted my abilities and did not think that was remotely achievable. Additionally, the amount of time and practice that we do to develop and maintain new skills is phenomenal, because it allows me to use all the new techniques in my everyday writing.

It 's the first day of school. Finally here, after the long, hot, steamy days of summer. Its finally time to settle down and focus on my studies. When I woke up early I jumped out of the bed. I opened the blinds and sprinted my way to the bathroom. Normally I would not be so ecstatic for school, but it 's something about this year that really makes me ready. As I went in the bathroom, I noticed it was still dark outside. It was 6:00 in the morning. I should have not gotten up that early. But I dismissed that thought in my head and carried on. As I put my contacts in and did some light make up, I heard my mom through the thin painted walls. “Courtney! Why did you wake up early!” she yelled as she most likely shuffled out of the bed. I heard my dog Jackson come down off the bed with a thump. As I giggled to myself and replied “Because it 's the first day of school mama! Plus i 'm an early bird”. After I waited 5 seconds for a reply I rolled my eyes, In a friendly manner, smiled and carried on. After approximately 15 minutes of preparation I scurried out the bathroom to my bedroom.

“Oh of course, being late to class is always a pleasure” I kept telling myself as I made way down the maze of hallways to finally find my psychology class. Walking in I quickly looked for a place to sit and I found an empty seat in the front corner of the room. The seat was by the window, which I knew, that would come in handy if I thought the class was boring, plus it helped that nobody was sitting there except for one person. Once I placed my bag down and got myself situated, I suddenly recognized the boy sitting beside me. My anxiety took over my body and tension in the room grew thick as he turned to face me and saw the girl who had once broken his heart.