Personal Narrative Essay: My First Day At School

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 kid in class, and I just strove him from everyone else. From then on. I got shunned. I could only see turned shoulders and sometimes even got bullied.

I did come late to the school, so people didn’t like when I knew more than them. Especially the teachers. They obviously had more knowledge, but they couldn’t treat an “average class” person better than a child from a wealthy family.

Of course I didn’t know everything, but I wasn’t dumb. I could catch on. Like during parent teacher interviews. The teachers would talk more to the parents that were doctors or well-known and they even gave more compliments to those children.

But, the biggest thing I realized

I felt betrayed. Like a cat waiting for it’s owner to come back, when they won’t. Experiences like these always makes my hate for people pass the brim of the cup. I really don’t like hating people because I end up hating myself in the end and for it anyways. It’s just that it was unexpected. I always read books that say that people betray others for money and status, but I’ve never seen it. Or more like I never expected my favourite teacher to do it to me. Although, I believe that things could have been different if I spoke up. So, if there was something I did learn from this experience, it would be to speak up whenever you feel that you are being wronged. Don’t be shy about it because you didn’t do anything wrong, and it’ll probably just help you in the