Personal Narrative Essay: My First Day Of High School

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. From all of this, I quickly became familiar with what others would think as the overwhelming layout of the school. For some reason, I had always felt

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 and I guess I spend so much time looking for it that all the buses started leaving.

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 woke up early and put on the clothes that I had laid out from the night before. I went to the kitchen grabbed a Poptart and headed out the door to find the bus coming up my street. Walking onto the bus gave me a whiff of Expo Markers and and an overload of Axe cologne that I’m guessing an awkward teenage boy showered in. I sat on the hard, poorly cushioned seat next to a small girl with pigtails and a Doc Mcstuffins backpack. Man, this is my first day of being in the Middle School; first day of sixth grade, I thought to myself. Twenty minutes passed and I was off the bus heading to my locker when a old friend of mine approached me. She told me that my best friend (may I add my only friend) had called me a brat and said she didn’t want to

Middle school is a time full of excitement and awkwardness. It is also a big change in our lives. Students get to have their first lockers, attend school dances, meet more peers who attended different elementary schools. My first year of middle school started out great; I made friends right away, and I was always on the honor roll list. I was happy and excited for the years to come. Unfortunately, I didn’t know what was coming down the road. I would have never guessed I would battle depression daily, lose all my friends, and no longer be on the honor roll

As I heard my grandparent’s conversation I came to realize what was going on. It was time to be with my mom. I felt excited but at the same time scared, It feels like it was just yesterday. Two days later I found myself packing. I packed everything that’s when I came to realize what was truly happening. I was moving to a different country, leaving behind my culture, my language, my family and friends. Finally, the day had come, as I kissed my parents goodbye I stared long and hard at my house begging for just one more day. Tears kept running down my cheeks as we drove further and further away.

After one quarter of high school, I have learned so much about myself. I have learned to accord with the upperclassmen because they have been through high school longer. They have been through anything and everything. I’m learning to cope with new things like all my new different teachers and rules. The upperclassmen tried to allure us with an elevator pass to get into trouble. Well, some people have learned that there is no such thing as an elevator pass for sale. I knew that before school started there was no such thing as an elevator pass. Although the hallways aren’t congested in the morning before school, in between periods they are over loaded. So I’ve learned how to make it to class on time. Sometimes you have to demolish

I remember my firs day of school. I was so frighten and sad that my mom had left me with complete strangers.

In my life, I was witness a lot of events, scene, and moment happened to me. But, I never forgot the first day that I went to high school in America. I came to America in April 2011, but until Mid-August, I could go to school. That’s day, I cannot forgot it. It was such a terrible day. My sister and I went to school at 7:20 am, then we going to cafeteria to pick up a schedule. We do not know where is cafeteria at or anything, we just following people walking. In school, I meet new schools, new people from a different country and gather in America, and everything new to me. I feel very strange and it not belongs to me. I am going to pick up my schedule and starting to look my class. My schedule is English, Math, General Science and World History.

The gym is buzzing, the bleachers are full of young freshman excited, yet nervous about the next level: high school. All of them are eager to find their locker and to learn where their classes will be. Each member of Flight Crew is introduced. Flight Crew consists of 12 seniors who mentor underclassmen. These young freshmen then split alphabetically into their assigned homerooms, and each group takes a tour of the school. As we walk the halls, we discuss what life will be like in high school, where the rooms are, and the best parts of high school. With each passing step, the freshmen speed up as they become more and more comfortable with this new home away from home. It seems as though they have matured in the few minutes that I have spent

“Bye Juju” I said “Bye Kayla have fun, make some friends” my uncle said. Okay “I’ll try” I said to myself while hoping off his truck. As I was walking through the gates to enter the High school I just remember saying to myself “wow this isn’t middle school no more”. While walking I saw people walking left to right going in numerous directions it quite overwhelmed me actually. It was strange for me because, I came from a private school that had only thirteen kids per class room, so all around there were only about one hundred thirty kids that attended that private school this was going to be a huge change for. As I was wondering around the campus I felt so lost, felt like a stray dog trying to find its way other people were laughing and talking to one another maybe it because most of them came from the same middle school .It was hard for me to adjust all my friends were back home in New Mexico and not even my parents were with me on this eventful day they had to stay behind to pack out stuff into boxes .I had to come to California sooner because school started much early than back home. Fourtunely I had two uncles who lives in Sacramento, so they made the moving transaction a little smother.

The first day of middle school for me was both terrifying and exciting. I made a lot of new friends within the year. I remember the first day very well. I had woke up at 5;30 a.m. I was extremely tired. All i wanted was to throw my alarm clock across the room and sleep for the rest of the day. I could smell my mom making breakfast, it was pancakes my favorite. I finally got up after smelling that. While I was getting ready, was kinda excited to be in the sixth grade. I was finally in middle school. 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.

The first half of this semester was swift and I can’t believe how fast it passed by. College is a whole new world for me that I had never imagined with a lot of new experiences that I hope will shift me into a better and smarter person. There are more things I can do in college that I would have never dared to do in high school and I am happy for these new freedoms. I am able to eat in class, leave class without asking and they don’t care if I pay attention or not. My high school teachers would always tell me to wait for the bell, sometimes would not let me leave and if I did not pay attention they would yell. However, I still feel trapped due to the immense academic stress. Academic stress is the worst as it defeats the “freedom”

High school has impacted my life in so many ways. High School taught me so many things, from personal relationships to creating a relationship with my education. As a freshman, I made a huge amount of mistakes and I regret doing foolish things, but I’ve realized, I was only maturing into the young adult I am today. Freshman year, I was out of focus and I was only trying to find myself. I would also prioritize other things and ignore my parent’s advice, where they would tell me to focus in school and give it my full attention. It took me about 2 years to find myself and know where I belonged. My behavior has improved, I know how and when to approach people. I’m also more involved with my education and I make goals for myself. I’m done having

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. She wanted to know how the club was holding up after all this time.