That Day in Fourth Grade “People come into our lives for a reason, bringing something you must learn, and we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them and we help them in return. -Glinda” One of my best friends today, Teonna Frye, has influenced a lot of the choices that have made me into who I am today. I first met her as a “not-so-little,” brown-haired fourth grader. She was a giant that towered over all the kids in our grade.…
The First Day of Seventh Grade “Ring Ring,” sang the clock. I open my eyes. “The first day of seventh grade,” I groaned. I leak out of my bed, reluctant to get up. I drag my feet as I walked downstairs and into the kitchen.…
In fifth grade I was bubbly and nicer. Everyone at school was nice and I knew so many people there. When I was promoted to from fifth grade going into middle school, I knew nothing was going to be the same. My first day of middle school was amazing; I had the same classes as some kids from my old school.…
It was the first day of sixth grade when a pudgy boy with greasy hair and loud freckles had approached me. His name was William Grimm. Eyes beady with mirth, a mocking smirk on pink lips as he pointed to my notebook, “It’s that a Bratz notebook?” I could feel the dread and embarrassment come over me as I sunk into my seat. I loved Bratz, I loved to play with dolls.…
Wake up; it’s the first day of school. I woke up to my aunt and mom standing at the end of my bed. I thought to myself, wow already in fifth grade, it has come so fast then I opened my eyes when I realized my aunt was talking to me. Why would my aunt be here just for the first day of school? She would never be at my house this early in the morning, especially just to wake me to say happy first day if school.…
It was the second day of school for me as a kindergarten. Terrified, I resented getting up from bed that day, unhappy that I will be separated from my parents for a couple of hours. The first day of school was scary as well since I’ve never seen so many kids will loud developing personalities and very energetic movements. That day, our parents could come into our class and learn about the teacher and how the classroom was operated. I didn’t mind the kids, since I was with parents.…
She had been to the school countless times with her dad before today because she loved to attend the sports events, but today was different. Today was her first day of school, a public school that is. Her alarm went off but she was already wide awake, staring at the clock she felt her stomach start to twist uncomfortably. As she began to get ready all she could think about was what the other kids would think of her. Would they accept her?…
Monday, the start of yet another school day. Another day where he 's absent. Another day not learning anything. Another day where he won 't see and talk to his friends again.…
I walked outside the house door ready for a game of jumping into a pit of straw. I opened one of the two big deck boxes, pulled out and put on an everyday shirt with a rip in the armpit, a pair a light blue jeans with a patched knee, a cracked leather belt that perfectly slid in the loops of the jeans and a scuffed up pair of steel toe boots that are so heavy it feels like I have weights on my feet when I take a step. The year is 2012, it is a 85 degree day in the middle of July. The sky looked like a canvas painted light blue with big, bulky white clouds scattered around.…
I wake up in the morning, i get ready, drink my coffee and scroll thru the mornings news. I put my shoes on and was on my way to school. Driving to school with all my friends in the morning is fun, it makes you forget how awful school really is. I get to school, park my car and walk into 1st period. My teacher then proceeds to ask us for our essays due from the night before.…
Imagine sitting in your second grade classroom. You have just begun your third year of your entire school career. You are still in the phase of not knowing everyone, not having multiple friends or have just made friends. Well one day of second grade, with my teacher Mrs. Pumpill, it was an activity day.-What that means is we learned for half the day and the other half were spent doing the activity. On this day the activity was coloring, which happened to be one of my favorite activities because you were able to express yourself in a new way.…
Darkness, that one void of nothingness; nobody likes it, and today is another day of school. Too bad the light switch is on the other side of the room. “Samuel!” Mom furiously screamed as I got dressed in the dark. Turns out, I woke up way too late.…
When I began sixth grade it was a much different year than I thought it would be. My mind changed because of my first day of school, all of the great classes, and all the fun events. Martha Brown can still be a bad school sometimes with important objects breaking and storms delaying fun trips. Now I still think Martha Brown is a great school with amazing teachers, classes ,and other facilities.…
The Note It was late September of my 8th grade year. We sat on the edge of our seats in Ms.Hansen’s class, watching every tick of the clock pass by. We anxiously awaited the clock to strike 2:00 that Wednesday afternoon. Unanimous silence fell upon everyone as the minutes ticked closer. Silent prayers and worries for him consumed our minds.…
When I was in pre k I liked going to school so much but suddenly my mind changed when I skipped grade 1 and went to grade 2. I remember when I was in 2nd grade,I didn’t wanted to go to school. To me the hard part of the school was the students and the teachers, they were like a crow to me and I am the cat who is being chased by the crow. So when I walked through the brown door of the classroom I could feel the shiver in my body. I could hear the sound of children talking and laughing.…