The morning of my first day, I was terrified, but also profoundly excited. My mother had beamed about Miami High’s immense school spirit. She had been an alumni herself. I already had a club I wanted to join in mind, even before I saw the list: Honoria. She had been part of Honoria for all four years of her high school experience in the 1980’s and told me about it. She wanted to know how the club was holding up after all this time. My sleeping schedule was, quite frankly, a mess. I invested in a physical alarm clock, and it completely paid off. Every day since, I’ve woken up at 5:00 AM without fail. As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes on the first morning, I thought about how this was not only my first day in a new grade and a new school,
The title of the most ‘Disorganized, Sporadically Planned, Disaster of an Event of the 2016-2017 School Year,’ must sadly be granted the 2016-17 National Honor Society Induction Ceremony. As a brand new National Honor Society Inductee, I was honored with the chance to attend this prestigious event and found myself leaving dissatisfied and disillusioned. The National Honor Society is a well-respected and important organization in the academic community, one that students work hard to achieve enrollment in and colleges view with respect and admiration. The Induction Ceremony is meant to honor these students dedication and scholastic work ethic and pay homage to the Honor students that have come before us. I had much been looking forward the event as a way to show my family how much effort I have poured into my highschool career.
Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out.
For a long while, during my time in middle school and the start of high school, the thought of doing really well in school never dawned on me. I’m the kind of person that always think about life in the near future, never extending far enough to think about what I really want to do and where I want to go. My grades had always been average, never dropping low enough to hurt my future but also never rising high enough to push me far, until I reached tenth grade. My laziness got to me and I just didn’t care anymore. My GPA dropped so low, seeing it can make anyone gasp.
My story begins with my first year in Elementary school. On my first day of kindergarten I enter my homeroom and see these kids about my age and wonder “am i related to these people,cause they are my height how cool “. I walk up to this blonde girl and she was eating her booger .”ewww gross” i said and she walked away like i was dishonest. Days passed and i made a lot of girl friends and a few guy friends.
I remember my firs day of school. I was so frighten and sad that my mom had left me with complete strangers. I remember when I got to fly on an airplane and I was so amazed.
first time in middle school Has this ever happen to you.in the first day of middle school? Well for my yes. It start off like any normal first day of school.
My first year of middle school was when music became a challenge for me. I had been playing the flute for three years and in those three years, music seemed to come to me naturally and I had no issue playing music that was put in front of me. Because I had been playing longer than most kids in my school, I was asked to join the honors band which was comprised of the best players in the school. The first day of official practice was when I encountered the piece of music that challenged me for months, Geneva by Timothy Broege. That piece of music was the first real challenge for me to play.
First Day of Middle School Beep Beep, Beep Beep, my eyes shot open. I tried to stand up, but I just fell back into my bed saying I can do this. I finally got up and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After that I looked in the mirror and my hair is in a rat's mess, then I go back in my room grab my brush and make sure my hair is perfectly srate. I look in the mirror and make sure I looked good, and then I head out the door and go to the bus stop.
That one day that changed everything It was still early in the morning at the middle school it’s still dark out I can hear the bell ring right out the front of the school and all the students talking to their friends or teachers. I was afraid to know what was going to happen next just the thought of it sometimes make me sick. They have done this since I started middle school. I haven’t told anyone because I knew what would happen if I did. I was running late because I missed the bus
Junior year of high school most definitely did not go as planned. As a matter of fact, so far, the hardest year, especially because of my AP English class. Having several other AP classes and some honors classes, AP English seemed to be my greatest struggle. Being a math and science lover, I never took interest in reading or writing. Last year in AP English, changed my perspective in life for everything.
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.
I was in first grade, school was out for the weekend. It was a calm sunny day with temperatures in the upper 70’s. McKenna, my neighbor yelled over for me to play, and her friend Kari was also there. They were playing happily on her trampoline. They got off and walked over to the swing set to play on the slide, and I started to swing.
Surviving in High School “The journey doesn’t start at the beginning, begins at the end.” School is one of the most memorable moments you will experience in your life, are those moments when you find a second family in your life called “classmates”, they start being strangers to classmates, classmates to friends and friends to brothers and sisters, you spent every single day of your life for more or less 2 years of your life that you start to know them more than anybody. I study in Colegio De La Salle in Panama City, Panama. My years in De La Salle are priceless, because it’s the place where I grew up as a student and the most importan as an Human being. During my time in De La Salle I found “Ma Squad” that’s how we call our group back in Panama, where we experience and pass so many things together.
I peeked out from behind Mom’s shorts and saw three ladies smiling down at me; Ms. Lucy, Ms. Brenda, and Ms. Linda. The first day of school had finally knocked on my door, and I was standing motionless on the other side, not quite ready to open it. I was terrified, because my supply of Mom’s hugs, kisses were running out. Her voice was already fading away. I was on my own now, facing the great unknowns of preschool.
At four years old, my mom and I moved to the Baldwin suburb from Queens. I have always had a fervor for trying new things. This move, opened doors to many new resources and opportunities. I was excited because I would live in a new home, make new friends, and have a different lifestyle.