The First Day Of School

1.Contact with members of the lower castes always reminded him painfully of this physical inadequacy

The beginning of each school year has its ups and downs, but for me, the downs outweigh the ups. Everything about school, except for seeing my friends, is frustrating and sometimes that can be frustrating. From learning my school schedule to having to sit through seven consecutive classes each day for around ten months, nothing about school comes easy, especially at the beginning of the school year. Getting back to the morning routine, getting back to the school routine, and getting to know my new teachers are all things that do not make the first days of school any easier.

A young man starting high school in a few weeks sat by a window thinking to himself. Most of his thoughts were about how scary it would be on the first day of school. His palms began to sweat, and he started biting his nails out of nervousness. Weeks of worry and self-doubt passed when finally the day arrived. The first day of school.

On a stormy Monday morning, a girl wakes up and barely drags herself out of bed and forces her small feet across the hallway and into the bathroom. The girl steps on top of her step stool and stares back at the mirror. With tired eyes she stares at the dark skin, dark eyes, and dark cornrows covered with her favorite colorful hair beads, looking back at her. She smiles at her rainbow colored hair and shakes her head with a giggle as she hears the beads shake around, going about her morning routine as usual. She brushes her teeth with her Disney princess toothbrush, showers, gets dressed and gets ready for another day.

Being born in December, I had to start school a year later. I hated this, though I was not that much older it still bothered me. I thought everyone was judging me because of my age, and the grade I was in. However, I knew that going to high school was my chance to graduate with my class. Throughout my freshman and sophomore year I pushed myself to come out of my shell; I went to my first dance, I joined the dance club, the softball team and sung for judges. The next year I was still determined to graduate early, so during registration I pleaded my case of why I wanted to graduate early. Another reason I really wanted to graduate early was because I was turning eighteen, and being adopted I knew my mom would no longer get help for me; as far as healthcare or food assistance. I was told that there was no guarantee that I would graduate early but just in case there was an opportunity I had an alternative schedule.

It’s August 18th, the first day of school. Many children are not as eager to start classes, as they are to catch up with classmates after the summer. Students then begin to leave the courtyard and explore the route to their first class; memories of last year’s terrible lunch menus resurface, and schedules are then eagerly exchanged amongst friends in effort to revel in the success of the perfect schedule. Generally, first period comes equipped with the perfect group of friends, the easiest course, and most importantly, the laziest “pushover” teacher. Unfortunately, for students assigned to her classroom, this first day of school will leave a lasting impression on the minds of 30 multicultural/diverse students in tenth grade English. She opens her classroom door; the new 10th grade teachers’ walls are covered with things to look at, things to provoke inspiration. She provides an introduction, one of her person, as well as one of her classroom’s conduct and expectations; the new tenth grade teacher then asks a student to volunteer sitting in her eclectically upholstered Indian fabric bearing chair in the middle of the classroom,and with an impressionable smile says, “your turn”.

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 walked through the door on the first day of school, everybody turned and looked at me

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.

Everyone goes through hard times in school. It can vary from reading to writing, math to science, or simply just interacting with the people that are in class. In this instance, reading and writing were not strong points for me before third grade and didn’t get much better as the year went along. The teacher that I had was a terrible teacher; she gave me absolutely no help and handed me bad grades without clear reasoning. In fact, I realized how much she hated me, but to this day, I will never know why. That year made me learn being a good student in class, participating and asking questions frequently are rude habits to have in the classroom. Since the teacher and I did not see eye to eye, this made weak points such as reading and writing

I remember the day so vividly, like it was yesterday. My family and I lived in a small, two story house, in the middle of town. I woke up that morning, for my very first day of school. I got out of bed and walked past my little brothers room, then past my parents and to the bathroom. I showered, brushed my and then my teeth. I walked back to my room and got ready for my first day of school. I had just turned three and my mom wanted to put me in preschool right away. I walked down the spiral staircase, ( my favorite part of the house). When I got down stairs my mom was making breakfast. My little sisters and brother awake, with my mom down stairs waiting for me. My younger brother and sister were waiting at the table for me.

I woke up alarmed and breathing heavy. Fear was coursing through my veins. Was it from the recurring nightmare I had for the past week or what was to come that day? I didn't know. Both seemed pretty bad to me and I wished neither of them would have to happen, but they did. That day I had my first day of school. I wouldn't mind if it would have been the year before, this year was different though. This past summer was the hardest thing I've done. I had to say goodbye to everything. My friends, my home, everything that ever made me happy. The only thing that I brought with me was my very precisely chosen wardrobe of cool toned shirts and expensive bottoms and my old and useless cat Luna. Our new house was on the edge of town, the richer

I was born and grew up in Vietnam. I went through a lot of hard time in reading and writing back then, even in my mother language. There were some experiences which made me think that writing was a nightmare. Fortunately, I could graduate from high school. Then, I moved to the United States two years ago, and I had to face the new challenges. I had to go to the college where I had to read, write and communicate in English. Before I went to school, I always thought that how I could write an English essay while I could not even write a good Vietnamese essay, and how I could communicate with others. I became more stressful when the first day of school was coming up. However, after I finished the ESL classes, I realized that my attitude in reading and writing was changing little by little.

Throughout my life I experienced a lot of firsts: first words, first steps, first day of school, but nothing could ever prepare me for my first time in sin city. Out of all the places in the world that I wish to explore, I chose to visit the legendary, Las Vegas. My friends and I wanted to voyage out to this magnificent city, since it was the last summer before our senior year. The night before, my friends and I were too busy to sleep. We were planning and packing, so we would have everything ready for the next day. Even if we wanted to sleep the excitement was too much to bare and we just could not keep our eyes shut. I was excited to see how the colorful city looked in person and how it felt to be in another state. Seeing as it was everyone’s first time in Vegas, we were determined to make the trip memorable.

Do you remember your first day of school? I think we all had mized emotions that first day. For some of us we were scared, not really knowing what it was going to be like. For others, it was exciting, they wanted to start this new chapter in their lives. So how are you feeling now? For some of you, you may be feeling happy. Others here probably feel relieved. Still, others here may feel sad that this chapter of their life has come to a close. Well, no matter how you felt the first day and no matter how you felt the last day, you have been through a lot these last few years. You have made it through troubling math problems, long essays, and piles of homework. Yet, you all made it here. You never gave up, you never wanted to take the easy way out. For some of us, it could've been just as easy to go get another form of a high school degree or even quit school all together. You didn't do that! You were strong, you made it through it all. Still, it wasn't always hard. We have experienced good times these last few years as well. No doubt you have made good friends, aced hard exams, and hopefully now have a new perspective on life. Truly, there is not much different from school life, and life in general. In life there will be times to knock us down. We enjoy the good times but we also prepare for the bad times. How can we take what we learned from school to help us in life? We made it to the end of school and what a happy day this is! So how do we make it to the end of life with that same smile on our face? How will we make it through the hard times we are sure to face? We are going to answer these questions through this speech.