Descriptive Essay About The First Day Of School

Popular: it’s a word that lingers in the minds of kids across the globe. It’s a word that provokes images of success and acceptance, comfort and inclusion. Traveling abroad to a new school in Scotland for my parents’ sabbatical, I aspired to be the kid who fits in. As an eight year old, I wanted, more than anything in the world, to be popular for I firmly believed survival was of the popular kids.

So, on the first day of school, I tied my hair with the prettiest of ribbons, put on my perfectly ironed uniform, and slipped on my sparkly flats. Although fear overwhelmed my body, I was ready to make friends. I felt ready to become popular. Then, at lunch on that first day, I met Anya. She was the kid with unkempt red hair whose shoes weren’t sparkly and whose uniform wasn’t perfectly ironed. She sat alone at the table, munching on her sandwich, with a book in her hands. Surrounded by the cacophony of noises and intimidated by the table of “cool kids,” I stood in the middle of the cafeteria, head whirling. Noticing I hadn’t been invited to the table, to which my eyes were glued, she flashed me a crooked grin and motioned me to the seat next to her.

“You’re new right?” she asked me, her voice sweet like honey. “Come sit with me!”

I remember hesitating. The omnipresent, nagging voice in my head was warning me not to accept her offer. Popular, popular, popular, it told me repeatedly. Still, I noted that we were five minutes through lunch, and no one but she had welcomed me, the