The First Day Of High School

It was about a half-hour bus ride all the way to the middle school. When we had finally arrived the principal was standing outside answering any questions the fifth graders had. People were asking him where their classes were and where their homeroom was. Now my brother was in the middle school for four years, so I was fairly familiar with the layout and where the classes were. The first class for me was homeroom which I had Mr. Lishego, but first I had to go to my locker and put my things away. All I came into homeroom with was a pencil and notebook, we were all given about five different forms that were related to health and other information. Once homeroom was finished, I went to my second period class which happened to be Mr. Lishego’s class again, but this time it was for reading. Every single one of my classes was the same thing which was going over classroom rules. Then lunch finally came and

I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She

I remember the very first day of school, I felt isolated and misunderstood. When I got there all eyes were on me, looking at me as the new kid, I was sweating in the cold. I felt like going back home. In a classroom full of 7th graders, students were

On the first day of riding a new bus, I was lonely. I had just moved to a new house back in second grade so I had a new bus. That meant new friends. I knew nobody at all. I sat sadly near the back of the bus. Then at Ranchero Road two girls that seemingly had kindness in there eyes got on the bus and looked for a seat. Then the one who was a dirty blonde said “What about that seat?” She pointed to my seat.

I tried to blink in my tears, because the last thing I wanted was to end up crying like a loser on the first day of school. "Mom, I'll be fine.". I certainly was not fine. I was anything, but fine. I took a long, deep breath as my eyes met the sight of Johnson, an enormous school with kids bustling in and out like bees. I knew I was in for something big, but big doesn't always mean better, right? Time was ticking by, and I had an obnoxious feeling luring in my stomach, worse than any type of butterflies. I turned on my music, completely redid my hair and started tapping on the dashboard with my nails. Oh gosh, I literally was doing everything to get my mind off going to school. However, that became quite impossible when my mom stopped the car in front of the main entrance of high school. I was so close to pinching myself, hoping that this was some messed up dream. But it was, unfortunately, reality. After observing a bit, I couldn't help but laugh at the diversity of all the kids that were walking in. Some were jumping with joy, others laughing for what seemed to me no apparent reason, and some who hunched as they sluggishly walked

My parents dropped me off at the front of the school while butterflies flew in my stomach. All I had wanted to do was run back into the car and slam the door shut, blocking out everything that was unfamiliar. But instead I took a deep breath and pushed open the doors. Everything had been so different than my old school, and I was scared if I would fit in enough. I walked down to the eighth grade hallway and another wave of dread washed over me. Everybody was in their groups, laughing and talking, just like I would have been if I was still back at my old school.

Walking to the bus stop that morning was difficult, but exciting at the same time. I was soon going to be at the high school for my first day. I knew that it was just an orientation, but I was still nervous. I don’t have any older siblings so taking my first step into the school was like a step in the dark, I had no idea what high school would actually be like. Little did I know that high school would change the way I view life, school, and grades.

As I got off the bus and stepped foot into Falcon Cove Middle School I was terrified. My mom, a former teacher, had told me that going into a new school would be easy because everyone would be meeting new people, boy was she wrong. Everyone was with their old friends, or camp friends and then

It was August and school was just around the corner. I was going to be a freshman that year. It wouldn’t be too bad if I hadn’t just moved to the west side of Cleveland. Once again, I was going to be a new kid, but I guess we all were because we were freshmen. Later I found out that the school I would be attending, John Marshall High School, was a 9th grade academy. They separated us from the upperclassmen because the High School wasn’t big enough. Construction workers were in the process of building the new high school that year, so that grades 9-12 could be together. We were placed in an old middle school, it sucked! I wanted the real high school experience, but in this situation, I still felt like a child.

It was the morning of the first day back to school. I was a bit nervous, but excited at the same time. I did not know what to expect, but I was very anxious to try something new. I had been homeschooled since third grade, so I wasn’t expecting to know anyone. As we drove up to the entrance, all of a sudden my heart starts racing. I didn’t want to get out of

Mr.Evans told us about what we would be doing this year in there. My last class was ELA. She let us sit wherever we wanted, but changed her mind very soon because it didn’t work out. She told us about the class and what we were going to do. Then the bell rang and everyone rushed down the hallway to get to their lockers. Finally I arrived at my locker and got my stuff and walked out of the locker area and exited the school and went to look for my bus. I finally found the bus and then sat in the back with my friends. The bus was hot because there were a lot of people on this bus and it was crowded.The bus ride wasn’t that long. It was at least 30 minutes.We talked on the bus about the first day school and about how it was going to be this year and was it going to be a better year than last year not that last year wasn’t bad and we also had some fun on the bus but a few months later we didn’t know we were getting seats by the bus driver.The bus finally arrived at my bus stop and I picked up my stuff and said bye to the people on my bus and then I got off the bus and went to my house and walked in the house and that was when my first day of 7th grade ended and it wasn’t an exciting day because we didn’t do that

I recall waking up that morning with my alarm clock making an annoying chime sound. I suddenly remembered what day it was…. The first day of middle school! I was sort of nervous, and walking to a new and different place in Hickman would surely feel strange. I got to school that morning, got out of the car, got my backpack out, and started walking towards the round green tables by the lockers. This was it. The first day of sixth grade. That day, the crisp morning air felt fresh, and I didn’t know what this day would bring. When I was in elementary, I used to think that the middle school was extremely far away. Now, however, I find them much closer together than I used to think they were. When I started walking towards the middle school campus, the first thing I thought about doing was going to my locker. My locker had a problem with it closing, so you had to shut it very hard for it to close, or redo the combination and close it. I also talked to my friend, Lilianna, before the bell

It was a cold winter morning in the middle of october, 2009. It was around 6:00 when i heard my mom come into my room . She was wearing bright red pajama pants and a plain black t-shirt. When she opened my door, she turned on my light switch, and said, “Get up, it’s time to get ready for school.” When she ended that last word with “school” i rolled out of bed, slowly and got ready. Once I was finished getting ready, my mom came into the living room and said “ It’s time to go down to the bus stop.” So, I put my small bookbag on both of my shoulders and headed out the door with my mom lagging behind.

It was the terrifying first day of that that some people are off, but others are excited for. The first day of high school for me was terrifying. When I decided to flop out of bed from hiding underneath my covers full of living dreadful, scared, and nervous. I mopped to around my house getting ready for the day I feared. Most people would be filled with joy that they were finally in high school all grown up, mature, and a teenager. Myself being the one percent of people was the opposite. The ponder of being a boring adult having to carry out daily chores, paying bills, and going to work everyday doing the same exact thing. It just genuinely wasn’t exciting to me.

I wasn’t raised or born in the United States, where I am from we were only learning about the Congo. Now that I have moved here in the United States I started to learn more about what happened here in the United States. I remember not learning anything in junior high, High school and even history 1 because the way my teachers used to teach me I always found it boring. Now that I am in this class all of the sudden history became more interesting because the teacher used our everyday environment, she used the events that were currently happening and tried to tie it back to the old time.