My First Day Of School Essay
Sweaty palms, shortness of breath, stomach locking it was the first day of school. I was already
late for school because my little sister slept under the fan and caught a cold that night so mom had to
quickly find a baby sitter. Thinking to myself “can my day get any better.” I already had a lot to think
about I was the new kid. That’s where the pressure was at I wondered if kids was going to like me, if I
had anyone to sit at lunch with or if anyone thought anything wrong.
Everyone was so judgmental nowadays. I get in the car every year mom has a pep talk with me
on how she knows I can do this and the rewards if I get good grades, but it was only going in one ear and
out the other. The time is now 8:30 School started at 8:15 so I get out the car and tell mom goodbye.
“Have a nice day at school sweetie love, ya.” Mom said
“Love you too, see you later.” I said as my voice trembled over every word.
I walk in the school and I can hear the sounds of my footsteps as I block any and every sound out.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Was all I heard as I look for my classroom?
“Do you need help young man?” The man said fiercely.
“Yes I am looking for room 207.” I responded back to him.
“Well 2 means second floor and we are on the third floor sir.”
I didn’t even respond back because I felt that he approached me the wrong way with an unnecessary
tone and attitude. So I walk to the second floor and find my classroom. I stood at the door for a minute