I was working on that when the students started walking into the classroom. I remember getting some confused looks as they saw me and realized that I was not anyone they knew. After the teacher had introduced me to the class I spent the rest of the day getting used to the new class and met several new kids. It took a while, but soon I felt comfortable talking to the other kids and made many new friends. I remember going home that day and telling my mom all about my first day at my new school.
Walking down the hallways, I was terrified. People looked at me funny. I walked into the gym and up the stairs where my grade sat. Walking up, trying not to trip, I heard someone say, “Oh look we have a new girl.” I never thought I was going to be the new person. No one talked to me, and they all looked at me like, “who does she think she is?” This was a substantial change for me.
My first day at school was hard enough. I tried to talk to the tall older students around me, but they simply ignored me. They continued to talk knowing my presence was still there. Of course, I was basically a dog next to an elephant. Soon, I found myself listening to other students’ conversation and gave up.
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. This surge of anxiety
Basically my entire family felt the same as I did which made me feel a lot better. Once we finally arrived and unpacked all of our things I had to do what I had been fearing the most about moving, going to a new school. On my first day I was so nervous I really didn't even want to go, but I eventually worked up the courage to go along with my sister who was also really nervous. When I walked into my first class I was stared at by everyone and just tried to find my seat without tripping on something and embarrassing myself. After I sat down the teacher introduced me to the class and everyone in the room said hi to me which made me feel a little less nervous.
I was constantly ridiculously too shy to socialize or interact with new people. It would take me for what felt like centuries to settle into a classroom and be somewhat comfortable with the class and teachers. Since it was the first day of school, I knew the dreadful introducing ourselves assignments were coming up. The bell rang, indicating the start of the first period. The students began to shuffle into class.
Summer was winding down and I was getting ready for school. I was kind of nervous but I felt good. I was ready to out of middle school. I heard that the upper classman were really rude to the freshman so I was nervous. On the first day of school it was only freshman.
In fact, I started to dread going to school the next day because I felt like an outsider. It wasn’t until the first semester was almost over that I started to feel like I was beginning to fit in. I started hanging out with people, enjoying lunch, and loving school again. And why? All because I didn’t feel like an outsider anymore.
But this day was different my mom took me out to eat dinner when we usually went home and made dinner together, I even remember where we went we ended up going all the way to denver to go to my favorite restaurant Maggiano's. When we got there we talked about a lot of stuff but the one thing that stuck out to me was when she said that i'm moving schools. I was really mad and disappointed when my mom had said that I was moving schools, but when she told me about all of the fun activities that I could do it made me feel a little better than I did when she first had told me that I was moving. My mom also told me that there was no uniforms then I was really happy about moving but still I was sad. The next day my mom picked me up early from school so that we can go and tour my soon to be school.
I found myself in huge scrapes and my hands covered in mud and blood. I knew I was going to be in big trouble with my mom and a teacher quickly approached me and took me to the office where they patched me up and called my mom. Once my mom came to the office she was very angry and I ended up getting more hurt when I got home and my parents disciplined me. In conclusion, my first day as a 7th grade middle schooler was one moment I would perfectly recall in my life and till this day I have some permanent scars that stayed with me from the day that I fell off the path I was