The first day of middle school is also the first day I have ever rode the bus. I don 't really like riding the bus because it 's loud, the bus smells weird, and it 's way too crowded. OI got lost the first time trying to find my bus. I walked around for like five minutes trying to find bus number nine. Luckily my friend Mackenzie told me which bus to ride that would take me to the same place.
I text Vanessa about the idea I have to stop the bullying at school. She agrees with me and told me to tell her friends about this idea as well during tomorrow lunch. All the sudden, there’s a smile on my face, I’m filled with happiness. I can’t believe that she agrees to work with me. Hopefully, this whole plan will work out well.
When my brother and cousin were both read we all made our way to the bus stop with our parents. As soon as I sat down I felt nauseous, back home I used to get really bad motion sickness from buses. I immediately started a conversation with my cousin to help distract me. My cousin helped me get to my class and soon left to go on her own. I entered and the teacher immediately greeted me, she knew I couldn 't speak English so she led me to my assigned chair and said something which I didn 't understand but I still smiled and nodded.
I woke up the next morning having the shakes and being cold. I got out of bed and took a long warm shower. I got dressed and made sure that I have brushed my teeth knowing I had to make a great first impression on the first day of school. I recall my dad and mom both dropping me off at the bus stop with both of them having tears and waving goodbye for the first day. However, I was happy excited and filled with emotions.
Her mom told her that they were leaving to buy some school supplies since school is going to start the next day. When they were ready, Ging and her mom went to the diversion highway to ride a bus. She examined her surroundings; the streets were filled with cars in all shapes. Since she was living there for almost 2 years now, so she got used to the sound of screeching wheels and other noises every vehicles produce. Even though she’s being living near the busy highway, she still hated those black smokes being produced by the vehicles and those sand and dirt being swirled by the wind.
Walking around my new school by myself for the first time was one of the worst feelings I felt as a small, foreign preschooler. The first few weeks of school, I continued in classes sitting by myself, in a chair that seemed isolated from the bright world, full of laughter and smiles of children. The students around me were so vibrant and full of life, but no one would approach me, and after many days, I lost interest in having friends. My seat became permanent, stuck in a corner where attention would not be drawn. Almost a month after my first day, I finally found the courage to raise my hand in class and I physically felt all the eyes turn onto me when my teacher called on me; and I couldn’t bear the idea of saying a word incorrectly.
I still remember the exhaustion and sadness I felt during that walk to school. At the age of 13, I childishly struggled to wake by 6 am every morning, but I always did so because I knew I had many responsibilities to attend to. One morning I missed my alarm and missed the bus to school. By default, I had neglected my responsibility to wake my 9-year-old brother, prepare us a breakfast, and get him on the bus to school before I sent myself. That morning I cried as I washed up in icy cold water, packed a snack for my brother and not myself because there was not enough for both of us, and prepared for a very long walk.
We rode a two-hour bus to get home where we lived before, but for some reason, this ride was different. When the bus finally pulled up to the school, I realized just how small the school really was. There were only 80 kids in my entire graduating class and, only 70 in Emily 's. It was quite daunting. As I walked into the school, I was ushered into a small office by a younger woman.
Thankfully, this was my last class, so afterwards I could just head home, relax, and forget about all I had realized that day. That wasn't the case. When I had gotten home around 3 p.m., I had tried to begin on my 15 math problems I had been assigned. I ended up procrastinating for two hours, until my dad had come home, and began his nightly routine. My eyes widened as I started to see his unhealthy habits unwind in front of me, this time with a whole new perspective and heightened remembrance of all his behaviors that happened before.
The sun shone brightly through the bus windows as me and my classmates approached our school. We were about to leave the sunlight and enter the building we spend 40 hours in every week, one with few windows and almost no real food. As the bus pulled to a stop, we started exiting the bus, barely chatting on how it was impossible for it to be this cold while the sun was still shining. Welcome to Texas. As we walked into the building, we split up and went our separate ways.