My First Day At School Essay

My last few days of high school are fast approaching and the feeling is starting to become so surreal and I can only imagine how I will be feeling when I walk out of the gates for the last time. Throughout the last 5 years of high school, I have felt an urgency to graduate high school, but I didn’t know that the time to graduate would come so fast. Now, that the time is finally nearing, I can’t believe that it has come so quickly. I remember my first days of high school. I was so excited to experience

or just because the way they do something? Well that’s what happened on my first day of school. August 14 2017 Marlowe Middle School, first day Today was my first day of middle school. One of the benefits is that I met these really nice and friendly kids, who have been friends for about 2 years now. We met a couple days before school started, their names are Noah and Charly. “Hey Noah hey Charly” I said with a smile on my face. ‘’Hey Emin’’ they both’’replied. “I hope we don't have a lot of

January morning-- the first day back from Christmas Break. This one was different than past years though, as I find myself driving on I-10 and foreign roads, to my new high school. When I arrived to this unfamiliar school, I dreaded every second that I spent here. “It’s not as nice as my old school,” I said, as I sulked through the hallway to my first class. “I’m fighting the first person that talks to me,” I sarcastically thought while I ungratefully slumped into my desk. My first period at Dutchtown

whether they want to or not, what matters is if they accept the change for the better rather than the worse. As a high school student, I have learned to accept changes as just part of my life. I have experienced a lot of changes in my life from ninth grade to senior year of high school, from my physical strength, personality, involvement, and my ability to grow as a potential teacher one day. These changes have all been beneficial in the growth of me as a person, a person that will succeed in life. It

Granville High school, you know how in the movies where the new kid walks into the lunchroom and sees all the athletes and cheerleaders at one table and the nerds at another. Then you have your goths in the corner, and last but not least the general population. In these scenes everyone had a place, everyone had friends, and eventually someone would invite the new kid to there table and  the plot or story would begin. I really hoped my first day of highschool was like the movies because I never really

We met during our second last year of high school. Back then, I had transferred to Richmond High from my old school, Churchill, to study in the IB program they offered. I was quite looking forward to it, actually. I felt that the past years of my life had been wasted on social life and boys who just disappointed me at the end. Moving to a new school was a way to break free, to start anew and focus on something different for a change. Studies. That’s right, I was going to focus on studies. Plus

Topic: My first day in an American school Specific Purpose: To tell a story about the my experience in the United States school system compare to the Jamaican school system. Thesis Statement: We should appreciate what we have before we lose it because the grass is not always greener on the other side. I.Introduction a.After living in Jamaica for 15 years and 9 months, I went to live with my mother in Central Islip in Long Island New York. It was sad to leave behind all my friends and

you have to offer.” The message rang in my head as my mother offered me this advice, in attempt to quell my fear of not fitting in the night before my first day of high school. I was often scared to be myself. Being a persistent Asian with nothing but frequent late nights studying intensely to keep up, young male dancer, and closeted gay teenager were all facets of my identity that did not sit well in the minds of middle school bullies. However, my high school experiences brought me to realize that

across my returned paper. I looked over at my teacher, as she continued around the room, and was met with an icy cold stare of contempt. It didn’t seem to matter how good it was every essay I wrote was returned with the very same marking and without the slightest feedback. This was my rude introduction to writing, at the high school level, and one I wouldn’t soon forget. It is an experience that remains etched deep in memory. It was the beginning of my first week of English class as a high school freshman

combed my hair, and went to my room and started to decide what I wanted to wear, it was my first day of high school. I was ready at 6 in the morning and I had to go to the bus at 6:20 so I had some time to myself before I had to go.I got to the bus stop and I saw the bus rolling over the hill. I got on and said hello to my bus driver. I have an hour long bus ride so I put my headphones in my ears and listened to my music. After the bus ride,I got to school and immediately snap chatted my friends