no safe haven to seek. This was my kindergarten class and also the first time I did not know who I was. I remember being asked my name. I heard names like Annie, Madeline, Conner, Katie and Hunter and thought to myself “what type of names are those?” Do I say the name my family call me? Or what my mom gave me? I could not even smile because I was too homesick. This was a gruesome feeling with butterflies in my stomach and a sharp pain going through my chest into my throat. I remember speaking out
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
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? Would they ignore her? Would they talk to her? Her social
anniversary, yet among the other days it felt different. It felt as if something important was going to occur. As if my mother also sensed the change atmosphere, she prayed three times instead of her usual routine of praying once a day. It appeared my father and my little sister didn 't feel it, as they carried on with their normal routine of getting ready. I eventually forgot about the strange feeling and continued to get ready. My father said he was going to work, so as usual my sister and I ran out the
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
January 6, 2015 started out just as any other day. I dropped my daughter off at pre-school and was planning on heading to a yoga class after my monthly prenatal doctor 's visit. I was ready to get back into a normal routine after the excitement of the holiday season and I had already started making a checklist of things that needed to be done before our new baby arrived in July. There was nothing remarkable for me to remember about sitting in the waiting room that morning at the doctor 's office
Imagine: it is your first day at a new school. You feel anxious- you do not know anyone or where your classes are. All you can concentrate on are your previous friendships and school. You continue to focus on getting to the end of your school day. Why? Practice. Or, maybe you are going to attend a meeting for a club or activity. This extracurricular is the first time you feel you can actually enjoy your time in this new environment. You know that, within this activity, you have the opportunity to
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, my nice jeans
One dad, two moms, five sisters, two nieces, and five nephews. Not a common family, but it’s my family. My dad had another wife before my mom and had three daughters- Lisa, Kathy, and Bit. When my dad and his wife got divorced, he met my mom. Together they had Samantha and me. Growing up some of my friends had older siblings around Samantha’s age, but no one had a brother or sister Lisa, Kathy or Bit’s age. When I was born in 1999, Lisa was 23, Kathy was 21, Bit was 18, and Samantha was 5. I always
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
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
‘Sometimes I think I 'm crazy because I 'm different from everyone else.’ with this quote constantly running through my mind, I personally understood what Madrid meant when he said that the Other”results in us feeling excluded, or even disdained and scorned.” As a child I always felt as if I played the role of the other. I was different in ways such as loving to learn, and being an overly outgoing person with different points of view, and as a result; I found that other children were
elementary school that was deteriorating physically. A place that was losing hope and a place that no one would ever want to go to. I am talking about Cathedral High School on 310 Main St, Wilbraham MA and despite it being located in an abandoned elementary school; it still soared higher than the competition and became my second home. It all started one particular morning when I began to feel my bed vibrate in pulses as a result of my alarm clock. Shutting it off, I got ready and started my day off by
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
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
distinction of who I am today compared to my sophomore year in high school is the level of deviance that was commonplace during my sophomore year. Flashback to 2005, a typical day for me at Reno High School consisted of a never-ending day in the classroom; a couple hours of baseball practice; and then the hardest part of my day: figuring out with my buddies where we could get an eighth of marijuana so we could get “stoned-ripped”, as my stalwart friends would say. After my “weed-session”, I would pick up some
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
“Time to wake up, my senior!” said my mother. I thought this would be another first day of school, but this day would change my life forever. It was the first day of my senior year. I had awaited this day since I could remember. After getting dressed, I got into my vehicle to see old and new faces. When I arrived, I felt a sigh of relief, “My last first day of school”. I was greeted by some teachers and a couple of friends. We walked to the library, where we were required to get our class schedule
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
As I strolled through the wide double doors of a new school, I knew a thrilling new adventure was ahead of me. The school pride shined fervently across the blue and gold colored hallways. Even the people seemed to have a certain school pride surrounding them. Many memories have come and gone in this building but the memory of my first day of high school will forever be a vivid memory in my mind. My brand name outfit and expensive backpack had me feeling as if those halls could be conquered, but with
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
making my way to the buses. I was a frog 's hair from being left by the bus. Of course, I had become that girl 's new subject at picking. Who would 've thought bumping into a stranger would lead me into constant teasing on the bus. After that whole fiasco I became the punching bag of the bus, except I would receive my punches with words. I only focused on the negative and never the positive, until I entered my middle school band class. My teacher, Mrs. McNair made a marvelous impact in my life. Her
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
the first day of school, and my fourth grade self was dreading to get up.The morning started with me getting woken up by my mom who made breakfast followed by waiting for my brother to get out of the shower. After my turn in we load up into Mom’s car, the feeling of butterflies growing ever more apparent in my stomach, and took off for school. When I got to school Mom walked me in and lead me to the cafeteria where most of the other kids went in the morning. After seeing that I found my friends, Mom
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, what if I get lost? All the questions that ran through my head every
Shavy, and I have been best friends since our freshman year of high school, as a thing of fact from the first day we’ve been close. We told each other everything, things we didn’t like about each other, to things we did enjoy. When our senior year came around, in contrast, we were a month from graduating, we started going through difficulties in our relationship, where I wasn’t too happy who she took off to hang with, and she wasn’t too happy with the people I was hanging out with. Graduation came
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
special day: the first day of school. Most of the time I enjoyed the first day of school. I loved seeing who would be in my classes, I loved that I wasn’t going to receive any homework, and I loved getting a sense of what each of my teachers were going to be like. These feelings were especially multiplied on the first day of senior year. After twelve years of schooling I had finally made it to the top of standard education. It was my turn to be in the front row at football games, it was my turn to
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
has always been a sort of ambient flavor in my life, whether I picked up on it at the time or not. The area I lived in had a fairly large jewish minority. The grocery store where I got my first job had an in-store kosher bakery, and for passover an entire 2 aisles and several endcaps were converted into KLP items of every sort. There was a kosher butcher, bakery, a judaica store, a “kosher style” deli (which did offer bacon though) - my elementary school was across the street from and dwarfed by
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
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
first day of school,” my mom said to me gingerly. She also shook me softly to force me out of bed. My mother had my clothes laid out for me on the edge of my bed. As I was changing my clothes and brushing my teeth, my mom was downstairs preparing breakfast for me. Since it was my first day of school, my mom wanted to drop me off in front of the class and introduce herself to the teacher. I remember my mom asking me on the car ride to school, “Are you ready for your first day of school?” My reply
was her first day of school. Her family had just moved into America this summer. Her family moved in here for better education and more opportunities. Unfortunately, her father had died of heart attack two months before they moved to America. Her family moved in with her mom sister until her mom finds a job and house. Her aunt registered her for public school and even dropped her off for the first day. She was very nervous how the teachers and her classmates will be. How hard the school will be and