Personal Narrative: My First Day Of School In America

I’ve got to go to the bathroom. . . .I’m going to suffocate if you keep us one more second’ ”. Levine says that when he used to teach in California, he never used to look at the clock to see when the class is ending, because he always heard the noise of shuffling books and noticed the strange expressions on the faces of the students in class who were ready to leave.

The moment I found out I was moving away from my hometown felt like a nightmare. Various thoughts suddenly came rushing through my mind as I thought about how my life was going to change forever. When there were new students in my class, I used to wonder how hard it was for them to completely leave everything behind and move. I never knew that I would eventually be in their position. I was eleven years old and in my last year of elementary school when I found out about my parents decision to move.

I got more scared that time, I stared thinking about what if me late for class, what’s going to happen now, etc. I wanted to ask someone for help but I couldn’t asked. I was looking for my class and one girl came to me and asked me, “can I help you?” and I couldn’t understood what was she trying to telling me. “No English”, I said to her than look at my … and took me to the right class. Time passed and I tried to lean English.

The first day of school came by so quickly, and I remember going to school not knowing anybody or anything. In the beginning I felt that I was invisible in the classroom. Learning English was the only thing that made me hate going to school. It just took me some time until I accomplished learning the language. It was hard for me to communicate with other people.

My first year in public high school was horrific. I was not accustomed to the public education system. l felt like a plebe that the first month of my ninth grade. My math teacher, Ms. Misbah was our sergeant, commanding us to do our work. We had rules to obey in our classroom: Never talk while the teacher is talking, do your classwork and homework.

Mom and Dad were with me as we waited for my teacher to come to the office to retrieve me. When she arrived, she was kind and asked me to follow her back to her classroom. I said goodbye to Mom and Dad and followed my new teacher, the timid anticipation bubbling up inside me again. The room was empty because the other kids were finishing up their recess so my teacher, Mrs. Jaeger, introduced me to the morning work that the class did every morning. I was working on that when the students started walking into the classroom.

“Elizabeth, wake up, you have to go to school today if you do not remember,” said my mother as she tugged on my arm. My mother always has the tendency to get on my back about the tiniest things, she has always been like that since the day they took my dad. “I’m going, I’m going, chill mom, I’m not going to be late.” I rushed out of bed and put on my uniform that consists of a blue polo and a black skirt. I prepared myself breakfast, brushed my teeth, and walked out the door. As I arrived at school, the atmosphere felt abnormal.

in the book it says "unlike the little sweetgum school, where we were safely contained in one room all day, the new school had a chaotic thing in placed called the rotation system (karassiens 105)". she was use to on staying in one place but now her new school got her going to different class each time the classes are over. she doesn’t like the "harsh bells rang" and how the hallway is always crowded. she also went to the wrong classroom several times. "A big boy said, "Here come the pigmy."

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 saw Ms.Schafer as a challenging teacher, but I knew that even if she was really challenging, she would be helping us learn and understand life science. Later the bell rang for everyone go to lunch, and I still haven’t made any real friends. I walked around campus looking for something fun to do or looking for someone that could be in the same situation as me. As I was looking for something to do, I slipped off the edge of the path I was going and rolled down some giant stairs, which people usually sat on. I found myself in huge scrapes and my hands covered in mud and blood.

My first day in school was horrible. I didn’t know anyone and I knew very little english, words like “may I use the bathroom, Hi, yes, no,and thank you”. The only person that talked to me the first day was the teacher I did not end up not making friends. I cried for 2 months when we first moved here I hated everything I missed my old house, my friends and my school. I was mad at my mom for making us move here and my dad for moving here in the first place.I realize now why they moved us here.

So like many freshmen on their first day I got lost looking for my first class, it was such a big school and many of the halls weren’t even in alphabetical order. I wound up asking one of the construction workers and they told me that it was “over there”. I didn’t understand because they didn’t point in any direction, I started walking around the corner and saw the same construction worker again, I asked him again and this time he

When her house came into view, she sped up, hoping to get home in time to do her homework. Most of the teachers just let the students have the day off, but a few dispensed assignments like nothing had ever happened. It somewhat offended Jessi. Just as she closed the gate that sealed off their property from the street, Jessi froze in her place. Her eyes had fallen upon an object on the ground.

My Grandmother made sure to wake me up every morning to haul me of to school where I would meet my loving, devoted teachers and coaches. With their help I left John Edgar Howard elementary school with a strong head on my shoulders, and the devotion to strive for more. I had to move to a different elementary school because John Edgar Howard Elementary ended up being closed, because of the rough neighborhood. I then, attended Bradbury Heights; a school that I didn’t know existed. I was never exposed to many different neighborhoods, or opportunities.

Everything happened so fast. I had only worked for SFC Joe Smith for a little over three months. The first incident had occurred when I was updating the computers prior to the opening of the facility to students. SFC Joe Smith had given me a warning that he only wanted me to update the computers at the end of the duty day. The problem with that was I did not know how long it would take to update the computers and I had to pick up my daughter before the daycare closed at 5:30 P.M.