School day

My First Day of School It was the first day of school, both tired and excited. I didn’t want to get up, wishing that I would get more sleep. I literally almost cried because I didn’t want to go, but I got up anyway. I said in my head “Ugh, I don’t really care. I have to do this everyday so what’s the point. Just get up.” I got up and got ready for my first day. I was really nervous and excited, not knowing what’s ahead of the school year. The ride there felt long, felt like hours. I was

It was a rainy day At Martin High School. The lightning zapped and the thunder boomed. The first bell rang it was time for homeroom. HOMEROOM, the sound echoed in my head. I hated homeroom. The biggest, meanest, nastiest bully was there, Larry. I hated Larry. He was always after me! Stealing my lunch money and pounding me to a pulp. I made it to homeroom just fine avoiding Larry. Mrs. Ronald started speaking, “Homeroom today will be short, eight minutes to be exact. We have an assembly today during

Ring, ring, ring, the school bell goes off. “My first day of school and I’m already late I tell myself.” As I run up to the school doors I can see all of the teachers closing their doors ready to start the day. Luckily my class is still open and I run inside throw my things in my locker and make it to my classroom just as my teachers closes her doors. It was just like any normal year but that’s about to change. Two weeks later I wake up for school and I feel this striking pain in my chest, I tell

year was 2010 and it was the first day of first grade. The thought of leaving my mom everyday terrified me. My brother and sister were already in the car ready to go, as I whined to my mom about how it wasn’t any fun. We argued back and forth, until I eventually gave in and got in the car. We approached the school, and I held onto my mom’s hand as tight as I could. We walked through the two doors, and my stomach lurched at the site of all the people. I hated school last year. The only good thing was

shower, threw off my pajamas, and hopped in. “Burr!” I yelled, as the freezing water ran down my back. A million things began to run through my mind; will I make it to school on time, will I know anyone, what should I wear, is it going to be scary, what if the teachers are mean? Today was the big day, the day I started Miami Middle School as a sixth grader. As I started to get dressed, I couldn’t figure out what to wear. After about ten minutes, I decided on a bright, white shirt and a pair of faded

first day of school. First I went to take a shower; I thought, “What would I do in school today, who will be my teachers”? I walked to the bus stop, people looked at me like I'm alien with five heads and with a large nose. I sat down on a tree trunk waiting for the bus and the bus arrived after 15 minutes, I aboard the bus. The driver was a woman she was wearing a black shirt and brown pants. She told me “ Do you have the paper that shows that you have permission to go to school in a school bus” I

because it was my first day of school. First I went to take a shower; I thought, “What I would do in school today, who will be my teachers". Then I walked to the bus stop, people looked at me like I'm not from this planet. I sat on a tree trunk waiting for the bus. The bus arrived after 15 minutes, I aboard the bus. The driver was a woman she was wearing a black shirt and brown pants. She told me “ Do you have the paper that shows that you have permission to go to school in a school bus” I stared at her

A Uniformed School Day Uniforms have been a key element in promoting a successful, safe and unified establishment. Those successful establishments could possibly include a private high school, a sporting team, or even a business. Typically, private schools enforce the policy that a uniform most be worn by all enrolled students. But why hasn’t the majority of traditional public schools, developed uniform policies? Benefits of uniforms within schools may include, students feeling more professional

less stress, and an easier learning environment, those are the benefits of having shorter school days. On the other hand, you’d have you’d have a longer school year, and probably a bit more responsibility. But in the end it is worth it, getting to sleep in, and actually being able to get home at a decent time after sports. So would you agree that shorter school days are worth it? We can all agree that school feels like it lasts forever. From the moment you walk into the second you walk out. But just

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