The next couple of days went really fast. The gang came more often to our house, and my grades were coming up. One day, I was called to stay after class by my english teacher. I stood at his desk after the bell rang.
Today was going to be my first day of school and I was quite nervous. I knew I wasn’t going to meet any of my friends in Vietnam wasn’t going to be in my school but I hoped for the best. I then walked in class and my teacher introduced me to the whole class.like I just moved from state to a state even though I literally just moved countries. She placed me in seat with a person name “Jake”.
It was a normal day at Kaneland John Shelids, my school. I walked into the school and to class with my two closest friends straight off the bus, normal. "Good Morning, class!" Mrs. Richards, My teacher kindly implies as we walk through the door of the classroom. "Good morning!"
It was a normal morning in my house. As usual, my dad woke me up and I got ready for my day. I moped out to the kitchen where my breakfast was waiting. When I walked onto the bus and arrived at school. I walked into Kaneland John Stewart Elementary School and walked into my first grade room.
C is for 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.
But not even the best of my imagined scenes could compare to the real scene I am greeted with right now. Do you remember how it all started? On the first day of 6th grade, we timidly went from class to class, hoping that we would be
It was 7:05am on a Thursday morning, when I had woken. I lied down in my bed gazing at the ceiling as my obnoxious alarmed screamed at me to get up and prepare for another day of school. I was beyond exhausted. It was November 17th. Thanksgiving break was just around the corner waiting for me to relax and get my mind off the prison we call school.
On August 8, 2012 it was my first day of school at McEwen High School. I was very nervous and scared. The school was very small and everyone knew each other. A new student was a big deal, they want to know all your business.
I woke up early and put on the clothes that I had laid out from the night before. I went to the kitchen grabbed a Poptart and headed out the door to find the bus coming up my street. Walking onto the bus gave me a whiff of Expo Markers and and an overload of Axe cologne that I’m guessing an awkward teenage boy showered in. I sat on the hard, poorly cushioned seat next to a small girl with pigtails and a Doc Mcstuffins backpack. Man, this is my first day of being in the Middle School; first day of sixth grade, I thought to myself.
So it was about 9.00 in the morning and I had to go to my school to reherse our routine. After that we were loading up to get on the bus. Once I got on the bus i got to sit with my friend Emily. The bus ride took 45 minutes to get to the high school.
In late fall 2011 I had begun to settle down. I was very familiar with my new school; I had built up a great reason repeoine with my teachers, I did not quite connect with my old friends, but I had met new ones. Everything was going well except my family life. I went to school one day at 7:15a.m. arrived at home at 3:00p.m.
SKIP TO THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL “Okay mom, I’ve got to go now,” I said frantically. I am so excited for the first day at this new school! I’m going to make a bunch of new friends, meet all of my new teachers, and most of all, I’ll start band class!!!!!!!! I’m going to be playing the flute, and it is so fun!!!I was daydreaming so much that I nearly missed the bus and forgot my backpack.
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 door and Mr. Dunning says hello to the class. He announced to the staring first graders that there new student had finally arrived, which was me.
A long time ago in a school not so far away a peculiar event occurred,that I will never forget. It all started on the first day of school. It was my first year at Finley Farms Elementary and I was ready for the second grade, or so I thought. I entered my classroom and was happy to learn.
I remember it like yesterday. It still haunts my dreams... the sounds. I’m talking about the day that started it all. It was the night before my first day of middle school. I was going to be a big 7th grader.
