A first day at a new school can always be scary and nerve wrecking. Starting a new school can seem as if making new friends will be almost impossible. In the end a new school calls for new experiences and new friends. It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience. It was finally the first day of school; I was excited yet nervous. I hoped I would be able to make new friends. The first time I saw the schools name I thought it was the strangest name I’ve ever heard or read, therefore I found it hard to pronounce it in the beginning. The schools’ floors had painted black paw prints, which stood out on the white tiled floor. Once you walk through the doors the office is to the right. The office seemed a bit cramped, since it had so many rooms in such a small area. In the office I meet with a really nice, sweet secretary who helped me register into the school, giving me a small tour of the school, also helping me find …show more content…
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after
I can still remember the day that would change my childhood life forever. It was the last day of fifth grade at my small elementary school. I had been there for years and I had become very close to the people there. Even though everyone else was excited for it to be summer, I was disappointed that I wouldn’t be attending the same school as everybody I knew. My parents wanted me to go to a charter school instead of the local middle school, since my brother had some problems at that school. At first, I was against their decision, but after a couple weeks into summer, I thought that it might not be terrible.
There I stayed for the remaining 20 minutes which managed to feel like hours. Finally, we pulled into the front of the school. Any relief in exiting The Bus left me quickly as I gazed upon Royalton High School once again. I had visited the institution over the last three years for my brothers’ wrestling matches, so it was vaguely familiar. After attending Open House the week prior, I became hesitant to approach since last time I had been assaulted by a large group of chatty girls. Only two people names were known to me in this large abyss of hormones, but I’d never meet either of
Walking through the dark hallway, I struggled to find the light every day. Going into my classroom felt like opening the door to a pathway to hell. I cried each and every day hoping and praying I would go back to the place I loved my whole life, my school back in Ethiopia. As I walked into my old school, past memories and emotion came rushing back to me. I saw my old hiding place, I would go there to get away from all my problems. It was beside the cafeteria, where a small room was located. The walls were dusty and the floor looked like it hadn’t been cleaned for a year, but I didn’t care because that was my place where I can hide from the rest of the world. One day I heard a knock at the door, I thought who in their right mind would want to come here, but as it turned out that day was the day everything changed and I met my best friend there. My whole perspective about school changed that day. The ugly building I did not want to walk into became like my second home. I realized I was lucky to have a school to go to, and most people don’t have a chance to even go to school. Going to my classes became the best part of my day. Having my best friend beside me taught me that I can accomplish anything if I try my
The sun is making its way up the horizon, but has not yet filled the sky with its cheerful rays. We exit the bus and immediately turned into statues. We stood next the flag pole staring at the school entrance. “This is going to be okay. This is going to be okay” I mumbled to myself. I wanted to enter, nonetheless, gravity glued my feet down to the cold concrete ground. My hands started sweating through my thin-knitted pink sweater and tears were about to roll off my eyes. Shortly after, I saw a shadow of a tall woman approaching us from the school’s front door. My heart beats like a drum as she carefully making her way toward us like you would when you proceed a scared puppy. She stood about four feet away from us making sure she’s not invading our comfort zone. She knelt down and shows us her school staff ID card while holding her buzzing walkie talkie on the other hand. She then ask for our names and walked us one by one to our classrooms. I remember it was so early that I had to sit in front of my class waiting for my teacher to
Since my family did not know we were moving until a week into school, my first day at Crabapple Middle School was two weeks into the official school year. As I walked into the large building I was overwhelmed and confused. All the halls and lockers were very unusual for me. After walking around like an idiot for ten minutes,someone walked up to me and offered to help me find my homeroom. Turns out, the halls were very organized once you knew where the halls were. This random student also happened to be in my homeroom so he brought me there. After the normal “new student” introduction, I had no clue what to do. Everyone was talking amongst their friends and I was just sitting there as an outcast. After a good five minutes of staring into space, another kid walked up and said, “Don’t just sit there, come talk to us”. After that, homeroom went as expected, and I
...me to school a few minutes early. She was wearing her usual, a T-shirt and jeans. As she walked through the hallway she didn’t hear anymore mean names. Nobody tried to make her fall, or embarrass her at all. Instead she heard a “Hi” or “Hello” from every few people she passed. She said hi back to all of them. Why is everyone being so nice today? She thought. She met up with Zack and his friends, who had all, began to like her. The day went on as normal, at least normal to everyone but Analise, who loved her new life.
A little girl goes to school for the first time wearing a blue striped t-shirt, blue jean shorts, and a brand new pair of sneakers. She wakes up early, fearful, excited, but mostly giddy. For such a little girl, she is exceptionally intelligent. She is ready to learn and has been asking her Mommy when this day would come for what has felt like a life time in kid years. Her mother did her hair in pigtails for the occasion, her outfit was laid out a week ahead, and her backpack had been packed for weeks. Her first day would have been amazing. Her new teacher asked each student what they wanted to be when they grew up. The girl said, “I want to be a soldier.” She was proud of the soldiers, her Grandpa was a soldier. But something happened, the teacher said, “You can’t do that, pick something else. You’re just a girl.”
“Sameh, do you speak English?” his history teacher asked. At the first day of school in
She glanced around the silent room, looking at each new and tired face with curiosity and eagerness. “Got it?” she placed her hands on her hips and quickly tiptoed to the front of the room with an even bigger smile than before, pausing once more before she shouted out, “Okay, good! Now write me 2,000 words on the most important thing in your life!!” Suddenly the room felt even more silent and still before it did. The tired eyes of every senior in the room grew wide at the sight of the first curveball senior year had thrown. I remember this moment when my teacher, Mrs. Manhiem, gave us a huge assignment within 5 minutes of our first day senior year, and although I was not thrilled about the timing, the actual assignment its self was intriguing. After days of deep thought, I soon realized that I had four important things to write about. I wrote about my mother and how she is my everything. I wrote about my amazing father, who is the most incredible man I know, and how he makes my world go round. I wrote about how I could not live without my two older brothers because I wouldn’t be who I am today without my biggest role models, supporters, and my two very best friends. The earliest memories I have
When I was young my life didn 't start like other kids. I was brought up in a shack deep in the Colombia’s dark jungles. My family didn 't have much opportunity to go to school due to the lack of money. When my parents had pass away I was put into an orphanage and was able to go to school. I was to old to be placed in kindergarten so they just put me in first grade. Had no clue what school was or what it would be like?
I nervously opened the doors to my future, hoping for the best for myself. At first, I believed departing to class would be simple, but when the bell rang for the first time I had no idea what class room goes where and how busy the halls were going to be. Suddenly, the entire world around me scrambled to class, and on occasions bumping each other along the way; it was a widespread panic for most of the freshmen. Fortunately, I found some wonderful teachers to direct me to my rooms that I will spend the next year
It was time for my first class I felt out of place because I didn’t know any of the students they were nothing like me they were “different”. As I got to my first class I got seated and I opened my notebook next to me was
It was one of the most exciting and nerve racking days of our lives. Although we were finally leaving high school, the feeling of being unsure didn’t go away. The whole day was full of practicing for the big moment when the entire class graduated on to a new beginning. All the girls wore shiny bright red robes and the guys were dressed in a shiny navy blue. Standing there, I had no idea what to expect. Some things I were aware of, my friends were leaving and we wouldn’t be the same friends anymore. My role was that of being so aware of the future that I was too shocked to soak in the present; being a pessimist was my main goal and everything I was sure of became true.
It was a gloomy Tuesday despite the fact that it was late August. I had missed the first day of school because I always hated the idea of introductions and forced social situations during those times. I hated my particular school ever since I started as a freshman the
The alarm woke me up at about 7:00 o’clock in the morning. I remember it like it was yesterday, staring at my phone feeling scared and excited to begin a new chapter in my life. I was starting my first day of highschool, but instead of being at the school I had planned on going to since I was 11, I was starting high school on the complete opposite side of the world. Netanya, Israel was where I was going to spend the next year of my life. I still couldn’t believe I wasn’t starting high school with all of my old friends, it’s all we had talked about since middle school.