On the first day of school I was super nervous! I met up with my friends and we shared our schedules, none of them were in any of my classes. When the first bell rang I went inside my class feeling really sad. My teacher introduced herself and played the morning announcements. A crazy song started playing and two people appeared on the smart board, they were smiling and talking about how my first day was going to be amazing. I was no longer sad or nervous. Instead, I was very happy and excited. I
My first day of being a high school student, It wasn 't really good. I was late for an hour, I didn 't knew anybody because I was a new student. The worst part was all of my classmates knew each other. For the whole week, I didn 't have any friends at all. I was starting to feel frustrated that maybe they didn 't like me, maybe they hate me cause I 'm just an ordinary girl, I 'm not the pretty one or the smart one. I wanted to go back to my old school so bad that every night I cried begging God to
I recall my first day of school as if it was yesterday. The picture of when my mother had deposited me in the kindergarten is still marked in my memories. I had cute new shoes, an attractive school bag, and a nice uniform. Before leaving, my mother kissed me on my forehead; the separation was difficult, even very difficult. I crushed a tear when I saw my mom gradually moving away from the school. I had the impression that she would no longer return; She looked back one last time and smiled at me
Riiiiiinggggg! My alarm went off as I was waking up for the first day of school to start. I didn't want to go to school because i still haven't told anybody about me being thirsty for books. As I was getting dressed I was wondering about how people would judge me if I did end up telling them my dark secret. I was walking to school and as I reached the gate, I took a deep breath and walked through. When I was passing everybody nobody noticed me so I wasn’t as worried as I was before. I went to go put my stuff
My First Day In A New School My family is always moving for working reasons. We never stick to anything if we see a better opportunity we take it. After nearly living six years in Provo, Utah my dad told my brother and I we would be moving to Topeka, Kansas to open a restaurant. I had to say goodbye to all of my longtime friends. Then by the end of November were finally living in Topeka. On our way Topeka my dad was telling us how great Topeka was but when we arrived I didn’t like it. This might
It was the first day of senior year, which also meant the last time I will wake up after the summer break to High School. A million thoughts went racing through my head; what should I wear? What will my classes be like? Is there any one of my classmates that haven’t changed since I last saw them? All of these questions were going back and forth all morning long. After I finally relaxed and decided to get ready, I felt an overwhelming presence of nervousness wash over me. The thought finally struck
My first day at that school, I didn’t know anyone but my one friend. My mom had asked the teacher if I was allowed to play with my friend because I couldn’t stop crying. She did. She let us. We played for a while, then went to join the regular class. I got used to the atmosphere and was thinking of how I was going to talk the rest of the class, but I stopped. I was frozen. All I felt was cold stares. Like raccoons looking from the dark. What I didn’t know, was that my friend was the most popular
First Day of Middle School I was trudging to school on a crisp summer day. I had lazily wriggled myself out of bed about a half an hour ago. It was my first day of school at Sartell Middle School and I was shaking in my shoes I was so nervous. I was a 7th grader and had just switched schools to Sartell. My previous school was much smaller than Sartell was. I had no idea what to expect, all I knew was that I better not forget my locker combination and had better remember where my Student Advisory
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
thing I could remember of that day was my first day at a new school where I was to spend the next 12 years of my childhood in Shimla. It was, perhaps, in March 1965 when school life began. I was only 7 years old and not ready to face the world that was going to unfold before me. Perhaps, I was too young and naïve to know what life is. The only thing that trilled me was playing, and playing only with other Tibetan children of my age. Before joining the Central School for Tibetans, Shimla, I lived in