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As I opened the doors to Ps 135. I felt the butterflies in my stomach. It was the first day of school in America for me and I had been feeling nervous all that morning my mom, and my aunt I stepped inside the school. I looked inside the gigantic hallway, beautifully colors radiating from the walls and the walls covered with student work and pictures. My aunt told my mom, we had to go to the office to register me into the school. My mom told me “wait out here “I didn’t want to I wanted to get to meet all the staff. I had never been so nervous in my life Finally, I decided to ask my mom something. “Mom, do you know how to say I don’t know how to speak English very well in French?” I asked her in French. She didn’t know since she was new to the country as well. We finally got to speak with a staff member and she was very nice she explained everything and I became an official student at PS 135. …show more content…
As I got to my first class I got seated and I opened my notebook next to me was surprisingly a kid who spoke the same language as me we started talking and we slowly got have a better connection as he explained everything to me and helped me understand what was going on in the class he was my first friend… As I slowly walked to my next class I started looking at all the other kids, most were in groups and all talking laughing and smiling. I felt very small, like I was an alien who had just landed on planet Earth. I thought to myself, ‘I shouldn't be here i should be at home, with my friends talking and laughing'. But I wasn't, I was here with “them” the kids that i had no connection with, the kids who i knew nothing about and they knew nothing of me i didn't really like the school But I was willing to give a
I think I would be a good student at this school. I knew from visiting that the school itself held a warm, home-like feel to it. The academic and home-like environment seemed like a great place for me; I think I might be able to excel here. And here I was again, just a week later, except cold, sopping wet, and disoriented. Why was I even out in the rain? I wondered. I couldn’t seem to remember what I was doing before. My memory was foggy until the moment I stepped through the door.
According to the College Health website, “No one is immune from stress, but those entering the ivory towers of college are particularly vulnerable to it.” Attending college for the first time gave me a feeling of displacement, nonetheless, I maintained my sense of priority, I am here to learn, here to excel, and here to focus on my objective.
One Saturday morning, while other teens were probably sleeping in, I woke up early to get ready for my first day of Korean school. My mother had gracefully accepted my urge to learn Korean a few weeks before and enrolled me in a Korean school located at a nearby high school. As I arrived, I could feel the warm sunlight shining in my face while I saw other children who were definitely younger than me scurrying around and playing in the quad. My mom and I stepped into the office and met with the director. He was an older gentleman who looked experienced. They conversed in Korean, while I was questioning myself deciding if this was the right choice. Several minutes later they finished and my mom whispered in my ear, "I will pick you up at one when your first lesson ends." I waved and then director told me to go to room five. I did not know what to expect as I was finding the room, still deciding to back out at the last minute. This was what I wanted and I had to go on with it. For what seemed like a long time I found the room and gently opened it to see what was in store for my new skill.
I walked in and my stomach made a flip-flop like riding “The Scream” at Six Flags. Everyone was staring at me! With their curios eyes and anxious to know who I was. I froze like ice and felt the heat rise through my face. My parents talked to my teacher, Ms.Piansky. Then my mom whispered “It’s ti...
When I came to America, I had just finished 5th grade and I barely knew any English. I spend the whole summer practicing english, studying the American fashion, watching movies and traveling to amazing places. Then there was the first day of school in a totally different country. This was just the beginning.
When i first started school in the united states it was weird seeing other people.
Eighteen years ago on October 27th, 1997, my parents welcomed me into this crazy world. My mother and father were overwhelmed with joy, and my older sister, who was four at the time, was too. My parents had picked my name out months before I was even born. Rebeka Morgan Tratchel, not your typical spelling for Rebeka, but my mom thought it was unique and wanted me to be different. I was born in the great state of Florida in a small town known as Jacksonville. My father had been stationed here for only a few months before my arrival and my mother and older sister, Meaghan, had only been living there for a few weeks. They all thought I would not arrive until November 4th, but little did they know I would come a little early.
another country seemed to be an unrealistic dream. On one icy and a freezing morning in an NJ town called Keansburg, where he had stayed right after he came from Egypt. It had been clear to all of his teachers that he did not know any English on his first day of school. Where he was introduced to a whole new environment of not just learning but also living. It’s a hard feeling when you fail to communicate with others. Walking into his first class was like having a full glass of mixed emotions, most of it was fear, nervousness, and curiosity. The ability to communicate with others was his biggest weakness especially that day. Although his classmate’s seemed to be very friendly and full of questions for him, except a boy named Joel.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...
As we drive down 5th avenue, i got a sudden rush of anxiety and curiosity about my new school. When my dad pulls into the parking lot and we get out of the car, i see a woman waving at us as she approaches to greet me and my dad. The women takes us from the parking lot in the back to the front of the school. As we turn the corner to face the front entrance the school resembled an old church building with light and dark brown bricks. I walk through the doors of the front entrance into a bright, yet cold hallway. I walk down the hallway into my new classroom, uncertain about my future.
The next day, lunch was different. Everyone was trying to get away from me this time. Not the other way around. I was eating lunch and I was really lonely, since nobody wanted to sit by me. I was sad and a little upset of the way that things have been, but it did spark me that I wasn’t the scared one. Nobody invited me to their house, nobody wanted to play with me, and
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
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.
My first day at college had a great meaning to me. It was the beginning of my dream to go to college and to pursue a higher education.I had so many emotions running trough me , it was the first time being in this level and the first time paying for education myself. I always wanted to be a college student, a serious student who would decide what to be in her life. The first day at Truman College was on August 25th, 2005. The first year of my freshman year and Fall semester. That day I had so many things on my mind, from what I was going to wear to figure out where the class number and the floor it would be located at. It was actually a day full of new experiences. I had just turned 28 years old. By the time I had a full-time job in downtown, which I had to go after school. I had to find the time to study and to do homework, specially after class meetings, I was exited and scared at the same time. I noticed that the class was not the same versus the ESL and GED classes that I took at Truman. Although, it was the one I wanted to take, I was nervous because I didn’t know what to expect. However, I was impressed to see a wide diversity of student from other countries and I thought that the class would be very interesting by meeting new people. The purpose of this essay is to tell the main experiences about being in college for the first time.
As I walked into the school, I was puzzled. I started sweating and my heart started racing because I didn’t know where to go or what to do, I couldn’t think of anything. I didn’t even know anyone