First Day of Middle School I was trudging to school on a crisp summer day. I had lazily wriggled myself out of bed about a half an hour ago. It was my first day of school at Sartell Middle School and I was shaking in my shoes I was so nervous. I was a 7th grader and had just switched schools to Sartell. My previous school was much smaller than Sartell was.
The bus driver made me a little more relaxed and not so nervous. Also, I was so glad that Brooke was on the same bus as me so that I had a friend to talk to and go into school with that day. We got to the school and the bus doors opened and the butterflies came back to my stomach. I walked into the school and went into the big, brand new gym, and sat up against the red bleachers. I found some of my other friends and started talking to them as well.
Middle School to High School In middle school, one thing that I thought of high school is that it wouldn’t be much different than middle school. I was told a lot of bad things about high school, people saying “just wait until you get to high school, everything gets a lot worse” or “you think it’s hard now? Just wait.” When I was in middle school, I was told as well as thought that high school wouldn’t be any different than middle school except for it being harder academic wise. One thing that I would want the current eight graders to know, is that high school isn’t as bad as people set it out to be. Everyone says that it’s so hard, or so much work, but if you stay on task and pay attention in class it’s not that bad.
My first day of Kindergarten was very hard. It was a huge shock for me. Up until I started school, I attended Little Busy Child Development Center. My grandmother owned the daycare, so i was always surrounded by family. On my first day of kindergarten my mom took me to school.
While I was excited to get to the exams as quickly as possible, my other peers would beg to differ. At the entrance of the school, I could see some kids hesitating to enter. Their eyes darting around before looking at their phone or notebook, reviewing
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
It turned out that I didn't need to worry about it. I loved school even the rides on the yellow school bus there every day. I learn new things (even English, not my favourite subject back then) and I made more friends of my age. But there was one incident when I had a fight with a boy who stole a book that my friend lent to me and claiming it was his. I lost as the teachers sided with him (his nose didn't look too good) but I can never forget it.
Although many seem to lack the much needed characteristic of being kind, it is common sense, and something every decent human should strive to do. The last thing you want is to end up like Regina George, and get hit by a large yellow bus. Be patient with the bus driver, and always say thank you or goodbye when walking off the bus. I’ve had many different bus drivers throughout my education and there are several different types. There are the ones who hate their job as much as the students hate riding the bus and there are the some who genuinely enjoy their job.
It was just another regular school day of my life. But the following day wasn’t the same. As usual, I got up late disregarding my mother bashing the door which I intentionally locked up to sleep a few minutes more. I got fresh and ready for school. My mother made me a glass of almond milk which I half drank and half poured into the sink.
It all started Freshman year of high school, walking into school feeling as if I had to be perfect, I need to act in this way to make friends. Walking into all of my classes and just not talking as much on the first day. I recall walking into advisory and someone recognized me, I was the kid that quit soccer after being hit in the face. I was the kid that walked in a weird way, on his tippy toes, I had a “gay” walk to me. I remember the second day of high school, realizing that someone else recognized me, she went to kindergarten with me and oh my god she was the light in my freshman year high school experience.