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.
I remember it like it was yesterday freshman year basketball tryouts I was really excited as soon as that final bell rang I ran straight to the gym to get ready tryouts were the whole week but I felt like I needed to get off to a good start. I got in the gym put my shoes on stretched and started to get warmed up. The coach walked in the gym I got really nervous he didn 't know me I didn 't know him so I went up shook his hand and told him my name and the grade I was in. Tryouts finally started we started doing drills I was trying so hard not to mess up but I ended up messing up a couple times but I said hey no one 's perfect. The first day of tryouts was almost over the coaches got all of us together and put us in to scrimmage teams.
I was excited to be working that summer because I would finally have my own money and could save for school with no help from my parents. I felt proud of myself because I was taking a small step into the real world. Although I was very happy, I was also concerned. The first day of orientation everybody had their spot and a job to do, and they were doing them very well. I remember before actually getting to work Barbara asked me if I wanted something to drink.
The first day I observed the entire fifth grade had a short day so their classes were on a time crunch. As the students came into the class, the teacher stood beside the door and welcomed every students with a smile. Beside the door was a small table that held the bell work papers and bell work turn in basket. As students came through the door they automatically picked up their bell work paper for the day. After grabbing their bell work, students placed their materials for the class on their desks and then proceeded to take their backpacks to the hall to hang up.
I pulled down the sleeves of my army green jacket as I walked out of the front door of my high school. I was so glad to be done with this week and be able to go home and relax. I have never had anything that stressed me out more than school. It was only getting close to the end of first semester, and I had already lost all motivation. My teachers sucked.
Levine says that when he used to teach in California, he never used to look at the clock to see when the class is ending, because he always heard the noise of shuffling books and noticed the strange expressions on the faces of the students in class who were ready to leave. I do agree with the author, I have experienced Singh,2 this behavior here in the U.S. Students pack their books and bag before the class is
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 a little first grader in a huge school filled to the brim with first to eighth graders, so I didn’t know how to act yet. I caught along quickly and was understanding all my subjects and the work part of school was no problem. It was the social part of the school that I struggled in. I was like august, didn’t know who to talk to or what people would say to me and how i would respond. Like august’s I had someone that picked on me and acted nice around other people like they would never do anything wrong, I decided against telling my parents about it first thinking I could deal
I had no reason to worry about anything at that point in my life, the health problems that used to plague me had past and I was glad. A month before my sixteenth birthday this had all changed for me. It had started as a normal day at school, I was bored with my classes, I felt like I hadn’t acquired enough sleep as usual but it was a normal day of school. Everything changed when lunch came around, I had finished eating and I was just standing around with my friends when it happened, the incident that changed how I see the world today. As I stood with my friends talking, a girl approached me from behind and stabbed me in the arm with a used needle with enough force to leave a large black bruise.
I found some of my other friends and started talking to them as well. Once the bell rang we all hustled to our new classes, because we didn’t want to be late. I had Ms. Yarrow, Mr.Lee, and Mrs.Shizzle. The first day went by great and I had amazing teachers with a lot of my friends in my classes. When I got home that day I ran off the bus all the way down to our house and was so excited to tell my parents about my day.
Everything was peaceful. I walked to school a tad more giddy than usual, passing Lacy’s on the way. School went by horribly slow. In first hour they talked about the Cold War. How everything was very anticlimactic and just a bunch of people waiting around anxiously.
An overnight move, no time to take in the new town, the new house, just off to bed, my fresh pressed uniform hung alone in the closet, my boots below shined from the full moons light. A very restless night into a rushed morning, my nerves were on edge, I zipped up my boots and ran out the door. The drive went quickly; I felt prepared as I pulled into the parking lot. The Lethal Fence looked like a normal chain-link fence just taller the razor wire along the top letting it be known that escape is no easy task. I walked through security and I was given my work assignment.
We have had people in our Social Worker program that have done the same thing they start out all excited to accomplish their goal of becoming a social worker and as the semester progresses they start to skip class or the classes they do attend they show up late to or spend the entire class on their phone. When the exam comes they either show up or just write their name on the exam or they don’t bother to show up at
It was my first day at Reyburn Middle School in Clovis, California. Lunch hour was approaching and I could feel the wavering anticipation of the other students. It became so apparent that it was almost a tangible substance; something that could be seen and felt. Finally the bell rung and the students fled from their captives to rejoice with their friends and release the cathartic build-up from the day’s worries. I bought my lunch and to my dismay, as I panned my gaze across the courtyard, saw the invisible barriers the students had constructed to keep themselves within their respective groups.
Augusts wanted to go to a regular school after being home schooled for a while and he met his teachers but he was really nervous. After getting all of his classes, the teachers sat him next to a kid named Jack in every class, Mrs.Petosa had Jack show August around the school and immediately they became friends. Jack and August were walking around school and then a kid accidentally bumped into August and the boy said ‘Whoa”!. Jack and August were making fun of the way the kid looked after he saw August and a little later, Jack started making fun of Jack by saying “I 'd want to. I think you should get a secret squirt gun or something and attach it to your eyes somehow.