My second day of school was entirely different, I was able to understand that that place was my school, those adults were my teachers and those children were my friends who only were frightened same I was and made the teachers anxious to make us calm. Even now I remember my first day of school which will remain forever in my memory. It is always fun to talk about it now, but it was not at the time I was four years
The Only Child Since I was young, my mom has always said that ‘I have a single child. If I cannot raise you well, they will blame me not you.’ I cannot count that how many times she said this to me. Even though each time sentence structure and word choice she used are different, the essence is still the same. One summer, when I was sixth grade and had to take a high school entrance exam. My parents wanted me to study in a girls’ school which is nearby my house.
My second semester of school I decided that because I already knew where I was going to college I didn’t have to try as hard in school and work as hard for my grades as I had before. I began slacking off inside as well as outside of the classroom. I stopped doing homework to my best ability’s, stopped studying for tests, and worst of all I was lying to my mother. For almost four months I treated my mother poorly. I constantly lied to her face about how my grades were.
Do or die. It was never a give-and-take situation with my grandparents. Upon reaching home from kindergarten, I had to unpack my books and start on homework. Attending kindergarten and completing homework became daily rituals and all I wanted as a reward was a 1-hour play time at the park. The opportunity to live under the supervision of my ‘helicopter grandparents’ made me learn to stand own feet and bear with the hiccups along my life voyage.
We was not allowed on our phones. We finally had to get back to work for a few more hours. Before we got ready to go, my class all met up in the conference room to discuss what we all did. When the bus came we finally arrived at the school where our cars were parked at. It was like 4:30.
High School Graduation The beginning of the Highs School year,was a new experience for me,because of begin alone in the school without knowing nobody, not knowing the language and have zero knowledge of the academic level i need it to have in order to graduate, on the mid senior year of high school,i got a call from the counselor Mr.Calume,he told me that, in order to graduate i need it to pass 4 states exams that can be only due 2 times per year semester,and i was in my last semester of high school,so the chances of me passing those test were low for me. There for, i meet some olds friends from when i was a child from my country (Venezuela) they have move to the same school i me,so they reached me some tips and trick to pass
For the first three hours of the day, nothing eventful happened. A couple people asked me if I was new; I had to try to maintain a conversation with them as best I could. Other kids kept whispering around me, but I never could understand what they were saying. After third hour, I realized that my next hour was with Mr. Wagner, the name I had noticed on my schedule from earlier in the day. When I walked in, I quietly found my seat in the back of the classroom.
The next day my mom picked me up early from school so that we can go and tour my soon to be school. When we got to my soon to be school I was very nervous the principal named Mrs.Nybo gave me and my mom a school tour.We looked in the 6th grade hall and there was a bunch of kids that I did not know. Then at the end of the tour we just talked about ipads and all of the things that they had at this school. The next day I went to school and all of my friends sat with me at lunch and we talked and my friend Jillian asked me why I
Man, this is my first day of being in the Middle School; first day of sixth grade, I thought to myself. Twenty minutes passed and I was off the bus heading to my locker when a old friend of mine approached me. She told me that my best friend (may I add my only friend) had called me a brat and said she didn’t want to be friends with me anymore because “(my) religion.” That was the first day I discovered how unfair the world is. I sat at a table--which was made for eight people--by myself for almost a month. Occasionally, three popular girls would sit at the other side of the circular table, away from me, but that was only because there was no other lunch table available for a group of three.