My First Day Essays

started my first day at Overbrook High School. Overbrook was never my first choice of high school to attend out Of middle school but my sister was going to elementary school right down the street and due to the violence in that neighborhood my mom and I wanted to keep her safe and know let her know she was safe at all times. My first day made itt seem as if it was an great school I met the superintendent the mayor and a state representative all on my first day. I didn’t have no classes that day so I

Most of the time your first day on a new job is a rush and a hurry of trying to get things done on time. But today was different for me, I got to go on the highway nearly in the middle of nowhere and sit and wait for a car to come along speeding. It is a job that all police officers wish for and to get this particular job on your first day in the police car is really something special. I had been on the highway for about 2 hours whilst spending the time on my phone watching the funniest moments of

My first day of middle school was the best year of my life. I was beginning to break out of my shell and become the person that I was supposed to be. During my middle school days I have been at the same school, so I was pretty much accustomed to the school and my peers. There had been transferred students enrolling into the school every year. There has also been more teachers teaching in these years. It was first a great struggle to get around from class to class because of having more than one teacher

I remember my very first job like it was yesterday. My first reaction I can remember was to giggle and laugh because I would be working with my friends when I got hired at McDonald’s that summer and it made me really happy. I remember during orientation that Barbara- my general manager, asked me if I wanted something to drink before I started training. I said no because I was so nervous that day I felt like I would pee my pants if I took the drink. I was excited to be working that summer because

walked in, it was a bitter cold and wet day. My first day, February 15th, 2007. It was the scariest feeling you could feel walking into a brand new place knowing no one but your brother. Mr. Dunning walks up, and shakes my trembling hand and introduces himself. Me as a first grader didn 't know what to do so I just said “Hello”. We started walking to my class just down the hall from the main lobby. The clear steps on the tile floor inching forward to my new life in a new school. I arrive at the

those who know me well they know my true self. After the first day on campus, people may see me as shy but that will not last long. During my first day at Deerfield, I will be extremely excited to meet everyone and introduce myself. As everyone else introduces themselves to the community I will feel a lot for comfortable with everyone. I think something else that the Deerfield community will get to know about me after my first day is that I always like to share my opinions, for anything. Based on

Chisholm My first day of school in Chisholm. I was nervous yet very excited, I had met two of my teachers but the others weren 't there so I was in for a surprise. The teachers were all nice and classes were easy, I had to make more friends since the ones I already had, didn 't have any classes with me but that was fine. I wondered around school not remembering were any of my classes where. I had a top locker and I 'm not very tall but I was fine with it, most of the time at least. My locker combination

settled, my best

afternoon to most people, a day like any other, just another simple day in their life. For me, it was one of the most nerve wracking days ever, it was the first day of school in a new country. I moved from Korea to America just a few weeks ago and it was finally time to go to school and begin a new chapter of my life. It wasn’t the going to school part that scared me, it was that I couldn’t speak english well and everything was so different. As I walked along the road to my new school, I spent a few

as we soared towards the summit. It was a cold and cloudy day at Breckenridge Ski Resort in Colorado. I was bundled up from head to toe, ready to brace the elements and hopefully my fears. As our journey on the lift was coming to an end we prepared to disembark to a much more daunting quest. When we reached the top we exited the chair lift and I nearly fell face first into the ice cold now, but I caught myself and was able to maintain my balance. This was like a raindrop of confidence in an ocean

The memories of my first day in college are deep buried not only in my head, but also in my heart. There are well reserved in both conscious and subconscious memory. They remind me of the Passover, when Jesus broke the bread, and then blessed it. They also trigger my Sunday school memory of Jesus feeding five thousand people with a meal that was meant to be a small boy’s lunch. Feeding a multitude after breaking only five small loaves and two small fish, packed in a preschool lunch box, and managing

I had been nervously anticipating this day or a couple months now, but the time had finally come. As I sat on the plane, my thoughts wandered to what my new life would be like. My parents had sent me to the United States to attend an American high school. I was grateful for receiving this opportunity, but also fearful of what if might hold because I wasn’t great at English and the words I did know were clouded in my thick German accent. I know I would miss my old friends from Berlin, and I worried

On Robert’s first day of being cancer-free, we headed down to the beach, to enjoy ourselves and celebrate. When we arrived, Robert ran to the beach and got in the water. He looked like a child, who was just given back his favorite toy. But for him he had just been given back his life, and his happiness. Seeing the joy in Robert, warmed my heart. Everyone around us seemed happy; the children were playing; the parents were laughing; the teenagers were surfing; and the grandparents were walking along

When I first started playing basketball I had trouble with the plays and remembering where to go. That was how it was for me with spelling I couldn't remember which letter was which because I am dyslexic. I believe that if you don't try in something you will never get to where you want to be. That brings me to my first day of basketball at mize elementary. I didn't know many of the people there and I was scared I couldn't dribble as good as the other guys and girls, I couldn't shoot as good as

Dear diary to day is my first day at my new management position in America and my first day in America. As always I went to work with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt which turned out to be a bad idea. Unlikely Norway, the employees wears suits and skirts, not jeans. I’ve already noticed some of the difference from Norway and I haven’t started at work properly yet. When I took the bus to work this morning I had to sit with somebody else because the bus was so full. Usually that wouldn’t be a problem

heard of said proverb before my first day of baseball, and even if I had, I would not be able to relate in the slightest. Growing up, I learned that my natural abilities in athletics and school made it so things just came to me, I thought I was a natural born winner. This gave me the mindset that hard work was for people who actually needed it, I (obviously) not being one of those people. This mindset would be crushed on my first day of baseball practice, where I was put in my place and forced to re-evaluate

It was the first day of the second semester. I was officially halfway through sophomore year and I woke up with panic coursing through my veins. My anxiety kicked into hyperdrive as I struggled to get ready for school like I had been for years. Everything around me felt foreign and dangerous. Breakfast was immediately out; a pit of nausea had taken the place of my stomach. The thought of food almost made me dry heave. Oxygen only came in through short ragged breaths worsened by my constant shaking

either by having nothing happen at all or by having everything happen all at once” -Paulo Coelho The first day of middle school wasn’t a big deal for me since I was going to a K-8 school since third grade. But when I switched schools at the beginning of eighth grade I was excited yet scared at the same time.I was excited to make new friends, have new classes and to get to finally use my new chromebook.But I was scared because I didn’t have any friends.I thought finding friends would be the hardest

Personal narrative I remember that day better than I remember what I ate for breakfast this morning. I woke up like any other day at 7, except it wasn 't any other day, it would be the first day of School for me in an American school. I was partly excited, partly nervous. I had put on an outfit that my mom told me to put on. 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

first day at RMS “I woke up got dressed ate my breakfast, brushed my teeth, took my dogs for a walk and got my supplies for school.” Finally it was time for me to go to school. When I was outside waiting at the bus stop I was feeling worried but Excited at the same time. I got on the bus and I saw a lot of tall kids. When we made it to school I looked at my new school. It was small but very long. Inside it was crowded with people. It was also very loud. People screaming, laughing and