First Day of School Essay

up to go to school. OHOOOO wait I have school today, that’s why the alarm went off. I did not wake up right away. Instead I hid under my big warm blue blanket until Dad came, and knocked on the door to make sure I am awake for school. When I finally got out of my bed I went to the bathroom started brushing my teeth and washing my face. As I was walking out of my bathroom door to the hall way, my dad started slowing dancing along with Dad “First day of school! First day of school. Everybody…

The first day of seventh grade is something that’s almost impossible to describe with words. This was actually the first day of Middle School for me, which can prove to be very hard. Actually, the first week of seventh grade was just like the first day, because I didn’t find it so easy to adapt to my new school. On the cool, foggy morning of September 3rd, I woke up at six in the morning, which felt very unusual, considering the fact that I never wake up this early. Not even a second after I…

and a little annoying brother that I loved. We lived in a two bedroom apartment, in a peaceful neighborhood. Well until my step-father got drunk and started fighting with the neighbors. My little brother and I shared a room, our room was white at first, then we painted it blue and red, finally we decided to paint it blue and black. At the time I was eight and he was three. His side of the room was always a mess. He had cloths, toys and shoes everywhere, but his deck was always clean because of…

Hayden Baron Tuesday, March 13 I had a great day today. It was the first day of school after Thanksgiving break, but I like almost all of my classes and have friends in all of them. Also, the track coach keeps telling me how much he wants me on the team! My dad encourages my running of multiple miles every day and loves watching me run. As I said earlier, I like MOST of my classes but not all of them. I have English with Miss Narwin, an old fashioned teacher that is way too serious when she…

“Wake up,” my mom said. Then she politely tapped my shoulder. It was 6:00 am, and it would be my first day of middle school in the United States. Months before my dad had taken us from Mexico to Paramount a small city in Los Angeles County “I don’t want to go” I said to my mom,” you have to go that’s why we came here for.” That morning I was scare of staring school in a new country, with people speaking a different language that I did not even know a word of. After waking up my mom, I…

The moment we entered the freeway I knew there was no going back, nothing would ever be the same again. I was as nervous as the first day of school. Miles and borders away from those who were always with me, wouldn't be with me anymore. I was with my mom and sister in a road trip that lasted 2 and a half days. We all knew we would have to face problems and hardships once we would be settled in Mexico. Once we arrived, everything went well but not as great as it was when we lived in Minnesota…

"Catherine! Wake up! You overslept. Don 't want to be late on the first day of school, you have 30 minutes!" My over excited mum squeaked. I was 17 and yet she acts like I am a 10 year old on their birthday. So far, I have been to literally 12 different schools in the last 3 years, so it is hard being excited for another one. After about another 5 long minutes, I decided to finally get out of bed. "Honey, you have 5 minutes before we have to leave!" My mum yelled at the top of her lungs. "You…

car and up to the school bus I thought of all the memories on the bus. I stepped up the stairs and saw Rodney mopey as ever sitting in the bus driver's seat. As I walked back among all the sad mopey faces I started to smell all the body odor. I sat down next to a random kid. I rode on the bus to school it was silent because everyone was so tired. Once we got there I walked into school said hi to everybody and waited for the bell to ring. Then I headed for the first time to my first period class.…

First Day of School in America I face challenges everyday in my life. My family and I moved from Cuba in July 2011, two weeks before I was supposed to start High School. We moved here because of my dad’s work, he is a pediatrician and he had better opportunities here. My mom wasn’t sure about moving here, she didn’t want to leave our country, our house and her parents, and I just didn’t care about it, since I was too little to think that going to another country was going to make a really big…

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. My first day of school was kind of scary there were tons of myths of mean bullies,bad lunches and supposedly evil teachers ( most were Mrs.Smith myths). My first day was actually great…