Personal Narrative Essay: My First Day Of High School

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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…show more content…
I remember looking to the left and right of me everyone seemed to be enjoying the first day of school. Everyone including myself showing off our clean new outfits we had bought during back to school sales. Eagerly waiting for the bell to ring; I remember walking around trying to find something to do as I wait impatiently for school to start. Trying to find something I can go and chill I walk over to the school gym, taking a look around me I see our school colors, which are black and yellow. Almost forgot the name of my high school is Adrian Wilcox High, home of the thunder if I remember correctly or lightning one of the two but I digress. After the first period of class, which nothing much really happened but explaining school rules and such. I began to realize that high school feels the same as middle school expect there were four times the students than there is in eighth grade; walking down the halls I can feel eyes of the higher grades scoping not only myself but a majority of the other freshmen knowing we are struggling to find our scheduled classes. Lunch finally comes around I start opening up to other students to make and try to make some friends, I remember lunch and after were my favorite times back then my classes were easy and so chill
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