Moving to a new country is always hard, I had to leave most of my family members and friends behind, learn a new language, go to a new school, and make new friends and that wasn 't really easy for me. But during these 5 years I have accomplished many things. I came to America when I was 9 so I didn 't speak any English, besides a few basic terms. The first day of school was very confusing for me, it was different then what I was used to. My teacher introduced me and everyone said something that was probably
Researchers agree that most of the time, the high school and middle school teachers are less prepared to receive this type of students in their classroom (DelliCarpini). I am an ESL student in this type of classroom. It was very hard for me at the beginning. Moving here by myself was very difficult. Everything was so new for me like house, school, people, and food. I was living at the dorm with people I never see before in my life that was very weird for me. My first years, I was sick all the time because of
For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed learning which is why for me it has never been a task to go to school. I recall that beginning on my first day of Kindergarten I made my mom drive me to school early because I wanted to be the first one in class. I was that kid - the one that was always on time, always answered questions ( maybe even more than I should have), and who could be considered a “nerd/geek.” But I never took offense to those names because I knew they stood for what I represented
switching schools. She thought she would be unhappy with the switch at first, in fact, she was worried about her friends and whether west would actually be better. Megan was very nervous but ultimately decided that switching would be better than her previous situation. Like Megan, I felt worried about my first day at middle school. I knew nobody, most of the people from my elementary school went to Horning and my best friend was going to attend Butler. Only a few people from my old school were going
Student first-day of school questionnaire ': “What are your career goals?” A question I was deliberately asked. During elementary school, middle school, high school and even during my undergraduate career somehow, I managed to come across that question every time. My answer was consistent, “To become a medical doctor.” I was always interested in the medical field. Since I was a child, the woman or man in the white coat always held my highest respect. I have to greatly admire and respect their dedication
morning; I was still sleeping in my dreamland, dreaming about flying dogs, then suddenly I heard my alarm clock ringing really loud. I woke up turn off my clock, look at the time, it’s 5:30am, and asking myself, “why am I awake so early?”, so I check my phone to see what day is today. “It’s the first day of high school!” I got quickly, did my morning routine, as I was about to head out, I realize that I’m still in my pajamas. So I head back to my room, picking my clothes, and ran downstairs heading
Tell what you knew: My first day of high school seemed like the beginning of the end to me. I wasn’t really that popular, I didn’t really have the last name to fit in with the town of Marathon, and many other reason to be afraid of what might happen to me based on what I heard from others and just the plain fears. Most of my freshman year was just me trying to stay out of people 's way, with everything that has happened to me it seemed like every day was a battle to not get my head in the wrong spot
When I first started high school, I truly thought that it would be a fresh start. My previous life in school surely wasn’t the easiest thing in the entire world. Junior High had just been one level of Hell after another. The people I was surrounded by weren’t the nicest. I quickly learned that they would take the side of whoever was stronger, so not me. This created many problems in my life, but the biggest one was named Ashley. Anyways, back to my freshman year of high school. I walk in the building
I remember my first day of high school like it was yesterday walking into that new building with a little bit of fear and a whole lot of excitement. I got myself all dressed up in uniform and I was ready for high school lifestyle. Over those next years a lot of things changed and like it was nothing there I was facing my first day of college. Those four years of high school were to prepare me for college and I believe my time in high school did just that. In my first year of high school I changed
was 5:30 am when morning August 2008. It was the first day of my high school career at one of the privet schools in Saudi Arabia that my uncle was the head-of. I was excited because my best friend Mishari joined the same school. As though, I knew it would be a tougher year studying with him, but it does not matter today. What mattered was that my brothers and I got ready for school. I walked to the school, which was roughly 15 minutes from home. My teachers were smiling to their students all the time
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 difference
My journey threw school starts in kinder garden living in Mexico kinder garden was amazing, I felt like I belonged and I felt comfortable living with both my parents the world seemed to be perfect. Even though school was more about coloring and learning your ABC’s I loved the idea of learning. The fact that I shared the same interest as my classmates I felt like it was easier to learn. Then when I turned 9 my mom decided that we would move to America and accomplish the “American Dream” at the time
” says Ms. Garth on the first day of school. Being only a Junior in High School, I wanted to drop out then. The only thing going through my mind was, “Is this woman crazy?” At the time, I did not believe I would be able to write a paper with 300 words nevertheless 2000. I had never written a paper before. Even Though I was stressed out 95% of the time, I learned that just as I had strengths in writing, I also had weaknesses. My strengths were knowing my audience, getting my assignments done when needed
That all changed once I realized that my words were being misunderstood by others and it led to an argument between an exceptionally close friend of mine and I. As middle schoolers we don 't really know much about avoiding consequences. Throughout our pre-teen and teenage years we generally make the most mistakes - since we don 't truly think our actions through. In sixth grade I came upon an experience in which I was looked at as being a ruthless person because my words had been misinterpreted. This
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 just said I had
remember my first day of high school and the assortment of thoughts which were associated with it; the queasy stomach, racing thoughts, and being anxious about the days, even years, ahead. Throughout the night before, I couldn 't fall asleep; my heart was racing and my brain resisted my pleas to stop fretting over my fears. I barely slept at all, merely a few hours, and when I awoke at six that morning anticipating school, I was miserable. Although I felt as though I would pass out those first few
MEMOIR My first day of school began more than 10 years ago and by that time I was in my native country named Honduras. The school were very poor that it could only afford two teachers by that time. I was a quitted kid in the classroom and I used to get distracted all the time by the girls in my classroom, I used to share my snack with the girls and with the teacher. Having starting my schooling at small age were one of my big dream because I was born with what I
Autobiography My first day of school, I was the happiest kid on planet earth first of all, because I was no longer staying at home, I was wearing a uniform and I had my first “Jansport” backpack. I remember it was black with many zippers. I also remember when I was bored at home I always opened my notebooks to see all the great work I’d done. First grade wasn’t my favorite class because I didn’t knew anyone. So in second grade, I met a cute Palestinian-like kid called Amit who from that day he became
Last year was my first year associating with the sport field, I had move from California to Oklahoma. This was an enormous diversification, the countryside was peculiar to what North Hollywood California was. All in all it was more greener, smaller and I perceived that Durant Oklahoma was monumental on the cattle occupation. My first day of school was intimidating because I didn’t know anyone. I went to the office with my parents and I met Mr. Lowry, he helped me choose my classes, by explaining
My first day at school was really difficult day and it was really hard. I attnded a school called, 14th Of July. I didn 't know anybody there. I was a first grader. My school was filled with boys and only about four girls. Their moms are teachers that teach at school so all their daughters and sons attended that school. Me and my sister used to attend that school because my mom used to be a teacher. My sister was a fourth grade student and I was a first grade student. My mom used to teach 4th grade
six years old. I was still in foster care. I was mad at the world and I wanted to go home to my mom and dad. I wanted to live a normal life like every other kid I knew. I don 't remember the first day of school. I do remember that I went to an elementary school called Biddle in Detroit Michigan. I didn 't have a problem finding friends at all. I was a go-getter. I remember having a friend name Gordon. My early childhood life I was living with Mrs. Rodgers then I got moved to another family by the
As a young child I can remember the resentment I felt when my parents would spell words in front of me when they did not want me to know something, or the disappointment and confusion that would overcome me when I would pick up a book and nothing on the pages made sense. It was painful for me, even though I was young, many times I felt like there was a big secret being kept from me and because I could not make sense of written letters and words I wasn’t good enough to have it revealed to me. Even
The very first day of school can be the scariest day in a child 's year. But once they become accustomed to the way that things work, doors begin to open and they form an early love for education. Early education is crucial not only to the child/student but to the society in which they are to become adults in. Because many parents do not know of certain early childhood education (ECE) programs that cater specifically to low income areas, they do not see the importance of having their children enrolled
It’s the first day of school, the students get to their first period class and the first thing they get is a class syllabus. The teacher goes over the usual stuff; who they are, what they’re going to teach, what they expect from their students, and then the grading outline; homework’s worth 10%, classwork’s worth 30%, and the tests? The tests are worth 60%, more than half of the overall grade. It isn’t going to matter if someone gets 100% on the homework’s and finishes all of the classwork, if they
years ago I would be inside my room with a bunch of papers, a ruler, and my grandma 's glasses on playing teacher with my friends. In that moment I would have never thought that being a teacher would be really what I would want to be when I grew up. I always found myself interested in teaching, I just never knew what grade or if I was really sure if that is what I wanted to do. I guess what helped me clear that up was the beginning of my senior year. It was a week before school and I received a phone
At eight o 'clock in the morning, I start my first class, which is the most important part of my school day. I was extremely excited about my first day of class, I was finally a college student. My first class which was cornerstone ended up being the most beneficial class throughout my entire semester. Even though I was slightly nervous going to meet new people that I have never met before, I was prepared for the class since my step sister went to Florida SouthWestern before me. As much as I was
So far, from this class. I’ve learned a lot. I know that’s a very broad statement but honestly, we talked a lot in this class. When I enter the door for my first day of school the first thing we talked about was Syria. I didn’t know what Syria was or that it was a country. I didn’t really pay attention to international things because I was thought, “the UN got this” The only country I paid attention to internationally was Ecuador really. But I really didn’t get an inserted into the international
“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 took
First day of school 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
person to come to the United States for the first time? Let me walk you through my experience as a Hispanic moving into the United States. Is an experience I will never forget; I was in middle school in Puerto Rico when my mother told the family the news of us moving to Connecticut do to her finding a better career opportunity. It seemed like the idea of starting a new school in a new state was not enough considering it was not a Spanish speaking school. I was terrified. How would I communicate, write
remember the day I took my daughter to school for her first day of kindergarten. In her pressed white shirt and blue plaid skirt, she looked like she was ready for school but inside she was a bundle of nerves. Over the summer she had been bubbling over in excitement but as the first day of school approached she became more and more anxious. Like many first time parents, I was not sure how to help her; so we read books about going to school, met her teacher, visited the classroom, collected school supplies
last day of school. School was finally done and the beginning of our summer. I felt the excitement through my mind and body. I knew it would be a great summer being around my both side of families and surrounding myself with great friends. My first mission was to visit my father in Mexico. It has been fifteen years that I have not seen him, so I knew how emotional it would be. Also it was going to be my first time ever traveling on a plane. I was quite excited just the thought of seeing my father
My first day of summer school my freshman year my math teacher explained in a unique way of what my odds were after telling him I wanted to be a professional athlete. He said, “Imagine this class room and all the walls covered in quarters from top to bottom and chose one quarter off of the wall out of all the quarters. Out of all these quarters this is your chances of becoming a professional athlete”. At the time I did not understand what he was saying still have the mind set of I was going to chase
It is coming down to my last week of school. This journey that seems forever will be over. I never understood people when they would say to me “before you know it you will be graduating, walking across the stage”. Mainly because I was little and the people saying it would be older and I truly thought it took a long time to graduate. If there is one thing I could change about my senior year is make the time go by slower. Something I have learned throughout my educational journey is each grade I moved
general path that I would take in mind, and was content. Everything changed that eventful afternoon when my mother told me that we were moving.I remember feeling distraught and confused which eventually pushed me into isolation, leading up to the move. Moving houses meant that I had to go to this new school, something that I never thought would happen. I’ve been in the same school system my entire life and was uncomfortable anywhere else. I’ve always associated change with a negative connotation
As a child I always struggled in the areas reading and writing. I was in the first grade when I came face to face with the issue. I wasn’t prepared like the other kids were in my class, they all seemed to thrive more and more each day the subject. I didn’t, nothing the teacher was doing with the subject didn’t stick with me nor make me understand better. I felt out of place and different form everyone else because I couldn’t do what seemed to be easy to the rest of them. Struggling wasn’t an option
My First Day High School “Beeb! Beeb!”, my alarm rang in the morning. Today was my first day of my freshman year at Toms River High School North and I was not excited. I know that on the first day of school everyone is very happy to be able to see all of their friends again and have a new experience in a new place but not me. I knew for a fact that this day was going to be a bad day. “ Priya! Hurry up. You do not want to be late for school on the first day.” my mom yelled from downstairs. “ Coming
what I thought on my first day of high school. I had no idea of what I was doing or even what to do. This was my first time back into public school after five years of home schooling. I went through kindergarten through half of fifth grade public schooling and then, middle school through two years of high school of home schooling. After that I was ready for a change, but I had no idea of what that change was going to be like, because elementary is way different than high school. I had been hearing
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 act
Two weeks went by in a blink of an eye. I still received no hint if she is taking my bike for grave proceeding. It seems that the drama I produced was nothing but to troubling myself. As a result of my own deed, I had to walk to the nearest bus stop every morning to catch the school bus, until Miss Rina returning my bike. When? I have no clue… Walking lazily that morning, as usual, I was late again. Therefore, I needed to wait for a public bus or a taxi. 15 minutes waiting, not a single bus pass
eventful afternoon when my mother told me that we were moving. I felt confused not knowing what the move entailed. Moving houses meant I had to go to a new school, something I’ve never done before. I’ve been in the same school system my entire life, and was nervous to start a new. Growing up I had a negative connotation associated with change; moving taught me that it is important to make the best of your situation, and not all change is bad. It was a rainy first day of school, I had an uneasy feeling
Growing up, I had trouble coming to a realization that one day I was going to have to contribute to the advancement of human society. I always believed that I could continue to live a life where I was dependent of every basic need from my parents and not have to worry about the problems they dealt with. However, the first day of high school changed all of this for me. The moment I walked into the high school on the first day of my freshman year the atmosphere that surrounded me was far different
-6- On Monday, I go to my first day of summer school. When I arrive, there is my old teacher, Mr. James. I say, “Hello, Mr. James! Lucky day! Guess what? It’s me! Francisco!” Mr. James says, “Yes, I see that. Please sit down. It’s time for our very first test. You did do the pre-reading, right?” I say, “I did not do the pre-reading. Or the reading. Or the post reading. I did not do any reading at all because it is summer and that is just wrong.” He says, “Well. Here’s your test. It is fill-in-the-blank
since my second day at my school placement, one particular student (whom I will refer to as X) in Ms. I’s second period class has never failed to catch my attention. Each week, I never know what to expect from X: some days he is a model student, working diligently on the task on hand, but on others he acts out and refuses to comply with Ms. I’s requests. However, sometimes there aren’t even good or bad days, for X’s behavior can vary so drastically within a one-hour class period. On good days, X
reading. Whatever a child’s learning style is, I plan on incorporating that into my classroom everyday. I believe that a child needs more positive enforcement in his/her lives then they do negative. They do not need to be constantly put down for the things they have done wrong, rather they should be praised for the things that they have done right. Positive reinforcement is something that I plan to use a great deal in my classroom to encourage students to do well. One of the main things I look to
The Head of House had told her the Ash Hut was all locked up, on her very first day of school—but the Head of House had lied. Jana knew this because when she walked past the hut, she sometimes heard voices whispering in the wind that blew from between its cracked timber cladding. She knew this because she had ventured down to the hut one dark Friday evening and, beneath the pale glow of the darkening sky, swore she had seen a faint light pass between the thick boards nailed across its windows and
in the air. With the beginning of fall coming in it also meant that there was another new school year that would start. This new school year was even more special than the other school years because this was the year an old school that’s been there for 106 years was going to be re-modeled, and it was also my senior year. I was half way through my first day of school as a senior; so far I felt good about my classes but yet there was one class I still needed to attend after lunch. I was existent about
two-mile long driveway with my princess backpack on my back awaiting the bus that would take me to my first day of school. St. Anne’s Catholic School was located in a small town in Southern Illinois where I would spend nine years of my life attending. Little did I know than that those nine years spent at that school would affect me greatly. On my first day of school I remember my older brother, John, and me getting awakened by my loving mother in the early morning hour. My mother was getting our
“I don’t know” I can still distinctly recall my eleven-year-old self repeatedly saying to anyone who tried to talk to me. It was my first day of school in America and that was the only sentence I could put together in English. I was born in China and lived there my whole life until my mother decided to move to New York. I thought I was just visiting her for winter break, but she dropped me off at school just a week after my arrival. As my new classmates tried to talk to me, I can see their mouth
was my first day of high school. I was enrolled at the STMHS (Science and Technology Magnet High School) it was located in New London. I was exhilarated to start the year. STMHS was a “pubic school” meaning it was funded by the public and the students were not required to pay fees to attend the school. I found everything poles apart from the school I attended back in India. From the infrastructure to the janitorial staff. The first day of school reveled numerous characteristic about the school to