As my mom woke me up at 6:00 on my first day of high school I was overwhelmed with feelings of excitement and dread. As I put on my new white shirt and crisp plaid shorts, I couldn’t help but reflect on everything in my life that had lead me to my first day of high school at St. Thomas More. After eating my cheerios for breakfast, I went outside where my neighbor Katherine and her mom were waiting to pick me up. The carline went on for miles and miles, but we still arrived to school promptly at seven. As I stepped out of the car, I couldn’t wait to see how my first day of high school would go. As I stepped through the doors I was instantly aware of the loud buzz of anxious students talking in the mall. After talking to my friends, the first …show more content…
As I walked into classroom 205 my English teacher greeted me and assigned me my desk. Mrs. Manuel was as loud as a freight train, but after she talked to our class I knew I was going to enjoy my English class this year. After brainstorming about my first day up to that point, the bell rang and I reported to Mrs. Kopieczek for Spanish. We reviewed some basic Spanish, but I knew this would be an easy class for me since I have already taken 2 years of Spanish. After 50 minutes of Spanish class I reported to Mr. Jennings for one of my favorite classes, world geography. I have always enjoyed my social studies class, and I can tell by Mr. Jenning’s dry humor and relaxed rules that I’m really going to have a good time in world geography this year. As I walked to my fifth hour class, my stomach screamed at me as I watched everyone in first lunch settle down to eat. My religion teacher, Mr. Cormier, wanted us to know our classmates a little better so he had us fill out a work sheet. I was embarrassed when I jumped out of my seat when the bell that signaled the end of first lunch rang, but many others did so as well, so I was not the only red-faced student. The bell sang “Hallelujah” as it signaled lunch time. I met up with Camille and enjoyed my peanut butter and jelly as we talked
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"Ohh, I am just so excited! " I spoke to Olivia and Sarah. As my class stepped onto the bus we found our friends and sat down. We waited for the other class and then off we went!
You Choose I have never had a teacher who has ever despised me as much as Mrs. Nelson, my fourth grade teacher at St. Francis Elementary. Day in and day out, she insulted every part of my being. The problem was I could never figure out why, but this was the very reason that I learned so many lessons from her ire.
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.
I follow behind my new friend whom I met last block into the noisy freshman cafeteria. She determinedly marches to a table and doesn’t stop to speak to any of the people who great her. I am surprised that someone like her invited me to sit at their lunch table. As I walk with my salad and a smile on my face, I pass the table with my middle school friends. Their faces are welcoming and I notice a seat saved for me.
It was still dark outside and the sun was at its peak from rising into a whole new day. I woke up to my alarm set at 5:10 in the morning, and even though I didn’t exactly get out of bed joyfully, the excitement gave me great motivation. It was a chilly morning, so I grabbed my robe and went to get washed up. I dressed up in warm layered clothing with a scarf and long coat to prepare for the cold, windy day in Boston, Massachusetts. For breakfast, I ate a scrumptious blueberry waffle and grabbed my bag walking towards the door.
It was first day of middle school, my mother used to pick me after school but now wasn 't able to so I had to start riding the bus. I 've never road the bus to my house before so I was scared. Once the bell rang for school to get let out I walked outside along with the other kids to find my bus, 210. I spent about 20 minutes looking for my bus
Everything was black until my rude awakening. I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock shrieking like no tomorrow. I throw myself out of my bed trying not to fall back asleep. I think to myself, Great, another day of school, and that was my first thought, the first thing I thought about the day, but what I would be thinking later would be much worse. Tomorrow I have my first geometry unit and next week I would be having my first geometry quiz.
College Essay Draft 2 Standing at the foot of my driveway, in the shadows of early morning, my excitement increased as the faint squeal of breaks grew louder. A few moments later the unmistakable yellow figure of a school bus appeared over the crest of the hill. Climbing aboard, making my way back, taking a seat, the excitement I had felt only a moment ago began morphing into apprehension, even fear, as my first day at Hamden High School began. After ninth grade, I began running scenarios, in my mind, how transferring to from a small homogenous coddled environment to the huge real world environment of Hamden High School was going to prove difficult.
Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out.
Scott’s first day of high school was not what he expected it to be like. He woke up, had breakfast, and was the first person to arrive at his bus stop. Slowly, more people arrived, like Mouth, Julia, and the big kids. The bus finally came and everyone got on it. After about twenty minutes, they reached the school.
Everyone has had someone close pass away. Well in my case, it was my best friend Ethan. He pass away in 2013 from a mistake by the doctor. I know that he always wanted me happy, but that wasn’t always the case when he first was gone. let me tell you about our mind boggling years with Ethan.
However, I was also extremely scared. I was thinking about how my classes would go? Are my teachers nice? Am I gonna have classes with my friends? After I ate breakfast, I got in the car with my mom and met up with my best friend Kalliee so we could at least walk in together because we didn 't have any classes together.
As a child, high school seemed like a place that was miles away. Everything about it- with the exception of the graffitied bathroom stalls-lit up my eyes with the dream that I would one day be walking down its halls as a student. Although high school felt so far away, Montville High School itself was no stranger to me. When I was younger, my mom tortured me by sending me to the Chinese program held there every Sunday. I also used the school’s athletic facilities from joining the recreation track program, which I stopped going to after two weeks from discovering my antipathy for physical activity.
The morning of my first day, I was terrified, but also profoundly excited. My mother had beamed about Miami High’s immense school spirit. She had been an alumni herself. I already had a club I wanted to join in mind, even before I saw the list: Honoria. She had been part of Honoria for all four years of her high school experience in the 1980’s and told me about it.
My first day of high school as a freshmen in a new level of education Is what I was thinking when I woke from slumber that morning in bed. Stepping foot on the campus wasn’t even the beginning, taking the school bus in the morning is where the first taste of being a freshmen and actually starting and being an high school student. I started to get really nervous and a sense of reality hit me. Walking towards the bus stop all I see is a huge group of high school students waiting around for the bus, calm and cool as I try to stay to be I approach the waiting area not knowing what to I’m getting into.