My School Days Essay

It was my first day in middle school. School already started 1 weeks ago and I was a new kid. I was nervous for my first day at the new school, but I was thrilled and excited as well. I was not that social and was scared to talk to other people. I was also afraid that people won’t like me because I had a weird accent. The day was going nicely and it was lunch when it all happened. I knew no one so I was sitting alone at a table. The table was huge and had more than enough room for five people…

The bus ride to school was unusually quiet on that fateful day. Typically there was loud talking, irritated honking, and a general liveliness on the bus, but there was nothing but silence then. It was almost as if the world knew what was going to happen, and held its breath in anticipation. Unaware of my upcoming future, I sat patiently in the back like always, staring out the window with a blank face. I watched the redwoods and buildings blur by, all too familiar with the sight. After a half…

The First Day of High School April 13, 2009 was just another ordinary day to everyone, but for me it was a very special day, because it was my first day in Crawford High School and the very first school I have ever attended since I came to United States. I vividly remember that morning, I woke up at 5:30 am, and I’ve never been so happy and excited since I came here. After I ate my breakfast and got ready for school, I asked my parents to walk me to school. I was finally on my way to school; I…

My First Day of High School One day I’ll never forget is my first day of high school. The first day was crazy, the hallways were busy, the older students were frightening and the whole new environment was just scary in itself. That day began early in the morning, to be exact… at 5:45am.That day I woke up fully awake, and basically jumped out of my bed. I had my outfit picked out for over a week already. It was supposed to be really hot that day, so I wore jeans, a cute tank top, and my new…

everywhere. This is my first day of middle school. I walked into the huge school compared to my elementary school. There were people everywhere getting their schedules and with their friends. There were people that I knew and people I didn't know. I went and got my second schedule just so I didn't get lost during the day. I found some of my friends and started talking with them because school wasn't going to start for another 5 minutes. But eventually I headed up to my homeroom class with my…

It was August 24th, 2009… I remember my first at in Vietnam for studying abroad in the American International School as if it was yesterday. I started going to middle school since when I was 7th grade. It was a memorable situation day ever in my life. First day of school, my hand clenched in my mother’s hand because I could not understand or speak any English, and also it was unfamiliar surroundings; I did not know what class to enroll me in. Even if the teacher says something, I did not…

first day of 8th grade at Nagel Middle School, I was alone and friendless on team 8-1, most of my friends from last year were on different teams. So during lunch I ended up sitting with Jenna Walsh a girl I knew from book club last year, her twin Alex and another girl I had gym with the previous year, Samantha Beinke. Although it was quite sunny outside, the temperature in the cafeteria felt like it was below freezing point. I turned towards Jenna about to voice my opinion on how the school…

As I walked into my new school on the first day I was completely petrified. I have never experienced a scarier thing than walking into a new school half way through the year and being the new girl. I knew nobody, not one person. I felt alone in this big world called Middle School. My first day went okay, I mean everybody stared at me ask me for my name and I just was that new quiet girl who didn't say anything. The hardest part of the day was lunch I sat in the bathroom all alone hearing…

out of my car,” urged my mom with a smile. Wearing an unnecessarily large backpack and reveling in the significance of the moment, I caught my reflection in the window: a young, slender man with “black” skin from my father, “almond shaped” eyes from my mother, and a big smile all my own. My walk turned into a stride with swagger, pleased with what I see. Before my day at Thomas Jefferson High School for Science and Tecnhnology(TJ), I looked back at mom one last time for reassurance. It was my…

like any other day. I went to all of my classes and hung out with on the swing with my friends. I heard the bell ring telling us it was time to go home. I skipped to my locker, grabbed my backpack and jacket, and headed to the bus. The house smelled amazing when I got home. I found my mom in the kitchen and told her about my day as I do every day. Then she said something I don’t hear a lot. Mom said, “Your dad and I want to talk to you when he gets home”. It was strange; it felt like my mom was…