My School Days Essay

Today was my first day of school and I was really excited. We just moved from Alabama. I knew someone from the school because our school made it to this really big tournament in a small town for soccer, and so did her school. It was about 3 schools from almost every state. Everybody booked at a certain hotel for some reason and they overbooked, so they thought we were on the same soccer team, and asked if you guys wanted to have a double bed room. At first we were a little skeptical, but we said…

alarm clock on my bedside table roared as the numbers on the small screen changed from 5:29 to 5:30. Although the sun had yet to rise, I quickly sprung out of bed to silence the clock’s shrill beeping. My eyes felt heavy, but I knew I had to shake off my weariness. Nothing was going to get in the way, not even sleep deprivation, of me being ready for this day. It was August 28th, the first day of my junior year, and I was going to be attending a new school. After I threw on my school…

I started getting close to this guy in my new school, his name was Mark. The school was named Handcock High School. The school was like a small college campus, a nice one story red brick buildings. Handcock High is big when I got out of one class and my other class is in the next building, if I didn 't go straight there I would be late. Mark was sweet and he was a senior and I was a sophomore in high school. He really liked me and I really liked him. So he invited me to a house party. It was…

“You have a booger in your nose.” those were the first words spoken to me on my first day of high school, public high school at least. Everything felt new, even though I had been in an environment just like this all of my grade school years. Actually, everything didn’t just feel new, they were new. I realized that every single friend I had in grade school, had changed, dramatically. We weren’t playing kickball on the playground anymore, they had grown up just as I did. Plus, I wouldn’t be with…

It was a chilly, crisp January Sunday, of my eighth grade year, much like the kind that sends goosebumps throughout your entire body the second you step foot outside. However, the cold air that day wasn’t what made my mind wander, rather it was set on the one thing I love doing most-- basketball. It was the day I had been waiting for since I signed up; tryouts for Indiana Elite SWISH were finally here. I awoke that day and got dressed in a pair of burgundy, Pike Central basketball gym shorts, a…

Back in 2012 was the year I started high school. I remember the first day of school walking into Wagner High School like it was yesterday. My mind and heart filled with a plethora of emotions. At the time I knew I my life as a young adult was just beginning and I am looking forward to what the future has to offer. Time moves fast and does not wait for you. Now that I am a senior in high school I am ready to begin my life in the real world. As a child I have always loved animals and was so…

I have always gone to a school that was classified as a 2A. This means fewer students in each graduating class with no more than twenty students in a classroom. My first year ever transferring to a different school whose classification was a 6A ended up to be exciting, but most of all scary. However, when I started my new school there was numerous of students, nice staffs and teachers, but overall nobody that I knew. My first day starting school at Oak Grove High School appears to happen three…

It was the first day of school at Brooklyn High school and at some ungodly hour, my cold-blooded step brother,Alex,came pounding on my closet door, saying,”Gracie, wake up, it’s time for school!” My real name is Grayson Swift, but he likes to call me Gracie, especially in front of other people. As I got out of bed, I realized I had no nice clothes to wear. All I had was a couple pairs of old jeans, hand-me-down tees, an ugly sweater, and the clothes I had from my Mom and Dad. Those were a black…

spent the day at Media Elementary School in the Rose Tree Media School District assisting 4th-grade teacher Mrs. Williamson. Mrs. Williamson is a teacher with 23 years of experience and she spent most her career with Media Elementary School. The school day for the students begins at 9:00 am and ends at 3:30 pm. I was supposed to report at 8:45 am as the teacher began preparing for the class few minutes before the students entered the classroom. I reached there at 8:30 and after finishing my…

Dad comes charging into my room yelling, “I got the job, I got the job!” Pulling me up out of my chair and full of excitement, my Dad forces me to celebrate with him and Mum. We both congratulate Dad with this significant achievement with a big hug and kiss. That is until they break the news that this job of Dad’s is in a new city! At that moment, the air fell silent, and my mood changed considerably to anger, disbelief and sadness. I began to get furious at this situation they have put me in.…