My First Day of 4th Grade/Going to a New School…
Today was the first day of my sisters and I are going to a new school. It was around 6am, somewhere in the 30’s. My mother had turned on the lights in my bedroom, along with my two sisters groaning to go back to sleep. “ Get up! It’s time for school! “ she spoke in Spanish. My eyes fluttered open. I blocked the light from going into my eyes and face. “No! I want to go back to sleep! “ Even though I was excited for the first day of school, back then, I was really excited to go to a new school. I know that the first days of school don’t last forever, I was really sad back then when the first day of school ends.
I groan when I get my phone to turn it on. Until now, I get my phone in the morning so that I can listen to music when I change in the mornings to go to school. I shot up out of my comfy and warm bed, quickly changing just to get on my phone while I wait for my siblings to change. “Hurry up guys! Y’all take forever just to change! “ I said, chuckling as I changed out of my clothing into my uniform. I really did not like the uniform. It was just blue, white, and a tan color uniform which I
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It was sunny and shiny outside. Birds flew by, and the park just across the street was shining with delight and glory. I smiled my dorky old smile and looked at the teacher. He was teaching us about Math. I can barely remember, but it was some things about a math table… multiplication table? My memories are very faint, but I can remember some details. The bell has just rung, and we all jumped out of our seats, exiting the room once he dismissed us. I waited for Antonella, her sibling, and my siblings to get on. I will be honest, I am a little to overprotective of my friends and family. I have to admit I do. As I waited, I sang a little part of a song. ‘Ohh…. everyone should know.. Woah.. oh oh.. Ohh… everyone should know.. Girls always win,
In his poem “First Grade” Ron Koertge describes, from the point of view of a student, the first major change children face: starting school. Beginning the poem, the speaker describes their fond memories of before school; but, towards the end of the poem, the focus shifts to how the speaker felt upon entering school for the first time. During the time the speaker of the poem recalls events from before school began, they focus on positive memories. Koertge expresses the whimsical joys of childhood shenanigans, such as thinking “it would be fun to wear snowshoes/all the time”, to establish normal behavior for kids (Koertge 3-4). Children possess imaginations strong enough to convince themselves that “Every forest/[has] wolves in it”; and, looking
Page 9… Later that day, Mom said the one thing I was hoping she wouldn’t. “Tomorrow, you will have to start at a new school.” I was really not looking forward to the next morning.
Tynan didn 't want to go back to school today because he didn 't really like school. He got ready for school and was wondering where everyone was. He couldn’t waste time though because his bus was about to be at his bus stop. “Bye mom he yelled, bye dad,
’s first day of school. And she is excited about it. When she got to class the reason she was so
The cool air swoops in and out behind me as the door slams close. Immediately I feel the pressure of hundreds of eyes glaring at me. I glide my feet down the school hallway, secretly hoping that today will be different. Today I can avoid all the drama and pain. I arrive at my locker and open it, only for it to be shut a second later by the wannabee herself Ms. Amber Jones.
Today was going to be my first day of school and I was quite nervous. I knew I wasn’t going to meet any of my friends in Vietnam wasn’t going to be in my school but I hoped for the best. I then walked in class and my teacher introduced me to the whole class.like I just moved from state to a state even though I literally just moved countries. She placed me in seat with a person name “Jake”.
At 5:45 AM the alarm on my phone blared some generic default tone that I had never gotten around to changing. This was probably the earliest I’ve ever gotten up in my entire life. I groggily removed myself from the pile of blankets on the floor that I had been sleeping in and headed for the shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face and searched my near empty closet for something to wear on my first day of school. Although I was absolutely exhausted and there was yet to be any furniture in my room, I was thrilled to be transferring to Pattonville High School in midst of my junior year and living in a bigger house in a better community.
Both Toni Morrison’s “Sweetness” and Edward P. Jones’ “The First Day” are short stories written by African American individuals. Other than this very basic similarity, these stories and their authors bear resemblance to each other. Both of the authors lived in a time before the internet, cell phones and probably more importantly the rise of an equal rights for all races movement. Given these facts and their shared African heritage, it is understandable both of the stories have at least an undertone of racial issues. On the more superficial level both “Sweetness” and “The First Day” feature a mother-daughter relationship.
That day, she told me to take it one step at a time and not to be afraid to step out of my comfort zone and push my limits; this gave me the comfort to move on with my life. That next week, I was immediately enrolled in middle school in the United State. My schedule consisted of the same old boring, bland things, “get to my classes, and then go home.” I never made time for company, I didn’t socialize with anyone, nor did I join any activities or clubs.
Dear diary to day is my first day at my new management position in America and my first day in America. As always I went to work with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt which turned out to be a bad idea. Unlikely Norway, the employees wears suits and skirts, not jeans. I’ve already noticed some of the difference from Norway and I haven’t started at work properly yet.
Her features undefined by the edge of the light in the middle of the darkness. I tried to take out words and put them in my mouth, but it was too dry to even open. She turned her head to the side as if it was wrong to look at me. “So…you came back.” Her voice stopped me cold.
I was going back to school the next morning after missing nearly a week of school. “Goodnight.” Darry said as he turned off the lights. We started to be nicer to eachother and get along better since our argument, and I hope it stays this way. “Wake up kid you 're late.”
As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes on the first morning, I thought about how this was not only my first day in a new grade and a new school,
Answer: It was a hot morning, I remember that day very clearly as it was yesterday. My class and I were going on an outing to the Wild Fowl Trust which is a wetland conservation trust for animals here in Trinidad. It is the second oldest in the world. The day before I remembered making sure I had snacks and a couple of bottles of water for the next day.
I remember looking to the left and right of me everyone seemed to be enjoying the first day of school. Everyone including myself showing off our clean new outfits we had bought during back to school sales. Eagerly waiting for the bell to ring; I remember walking around trying to find something to do as I wait impatiently for school to start. Trying to find something I can go and chill I walk over to the school gym, taking a look around me I see our school colors, which are black and yellow. Almost forgot the name of my high school is Adrian Wilcox High, home of the thunder if I remember correctly or lightning one of the two but I digress.