The First Day Of School

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I was starting my first day at a new school. My palms were sweaty, my heart was thumping, and I had butterflies in my stomach. I took a deep breath and walked towards the grey doors. I thought about what the new school would be like; how the teachers were and how the students were. I missed my friends from my old school. I walked through those big grey doors to a whole new place.

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

I was about to face my greatest challenge in my new life. How to fit in with people in middle school. Arriving in America was already hard to adjust, what more can it be with my school life. It was in August when my school started. I was already nervous, and I haven’t even step foot from this mysterious school that I’m about to spend 2 years of my life.

As I approached the front doors of the school with my friends, I was still bursting with excitement, in fact we all were. This was going to be the best 3 years of our lives cause we were in junior high and officially teenagers. The school was the biggest school that we had yet to attend, stretching for miles it seemed like. We saw all of the older, cool kids walking into the school and wanted to be just like them. Then there was

There was a new language and new people. The first school there was to enroll there was no acceptance for a third grades with no knowledge of a six grader. The lower grades were in vacations, there was no way to get in the school as a third grader. The next school that was chosen was a temporary one; the wait for the normal one would affect studies. In the school everyone was kind even though the first day was confusing and getting lost was easy since the language was different. The office ladies knew how to speak Spanish and English. The first day in class everyone was nice, teachers were helpful even thought they didn’t know any other language other than

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 I was happy and ready to start my day. When I got my schedule I was lost. I didn’t know where to go. One of the staff members had to help me get to my class. I was hoping that I have a class with some of my friends that I knew since elementary school. When I came in. I saw my friend, I was so happy. I hurried up and sat in my seat before the bell rang.

It is the first day of school, well it is for me because it’s my fourth day in the United States. Many of the students in the first grade classroom have been in class for a couple months. A teacher tries to make me feel better of the new surroundings, I have to face the school cafeteria for the first time and I make a lifelong friend. The two first experiences in school were tough, but I made a true friend on the fourth day in the country.

I will never forget that first day at this new kingdom of high school. It was a hot summer day in September as I entered the building. Sweat was in the palms of my hands, and my feet drug like cinder blocks across the tile. All i could think was how this could be any different from the last set of kids I had grown to despise.

August 24, 2016, It’s the big day. First day of school! It was a big deal for me because it’s my first time attending school here at James Logan High School. I woke up early in the morning so I can get ready immediately, I don't wanna be late on the first day. When I got up, I feel like I don't want to go school and I just want to get some more sleep. Hahaha. Had breakfast then took a shower, I can't help myself from getting nervous because I'm new here, I keep thinking about what if I get lost? What if all of my classmates are good at English? What if I can't make any friends? I kept thinking about things as I get ready for school. Once I got dressed, I packed my lunch, then my father drove me to school. I tried to focus on what am I going to do. My first period is algebra, we were introduced and the teacher was nice

School wasn’t all terror and violence. Sometimes it was almost fun, sometimes part of me didn’t want it to end. Of course there were the bad days where I couldn’t get past number one on a pre calculus assignment or when KJ decides to give us a test the last day before exams, but it wasn’t all like that. There was always homecoming, sporting events, and summer.

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

School was only a week away and we are still unpacking our new house. It’s first day of school for me, but as I walked to it I could sense the school glaring at me. I did not know anything and all I knew was that my adoptive parents for some reason put me in the most expensive

First day of school, lunchtime rush, who do I sit with, who can I sit with, too late. The tables were full, I was already in a terrible situation and it’s only 3 hours into the school year. I search all around the lunchroom, I don’t know them, they don’t know me. This was