My School Days Essay

I have been homeschooled almost my whole life. I'm going to a public school for the first time. Ninth grade, which is high school over here where I live. Walking into a public school for the first time was terrifying. I had all these negative thoughts in my head telling me that I would get lost and that I wouldn’t make any friends. I was lost and scared at the moment. I started biting my nails and my body began to sweat. Walking in the hallways "knowing" where to go but in reality, I didn't.…

Golden Meadow Middle School It was the year of 2010 where everything has changed on Friday, August 15th at 7:15am in Galliano, Louisiana. I woke up around 6:00am to look my best for my first day of middle school at Golden Meadow. When I first woke up I was feeling nauseous and anxiety but that couldn’t stop me from blow drying and straightening my hair that morning. My sister Katelyn, and I were pretty close in age and also best friends especially during this time. Katelyn came in the…

came and it was my fourth day of Kindergarten and I was loving it. I walked into the classroom expecting thing to be no different than they had been the past days. I sat in my seat and patiently waited for Taylor to arrive so that I could tell her about my plans for the weekend. Still waiting and she never showed up. I began to feel and very empty feeling in my stomach like I just had been punched. Taylor wasn’t coming to school and I didn’t know how I was going to get through the day without…

“Before my journey began, my mind raced with the rumors I had heard. I anxiously imagined what this man and this class would be like.” These words written by former APCOMPEE Kallie S. describe the emotions I felt on the first day of school perfectly. Thankfully, due to the short six days of APCOMP so far, I have already began to feel more at ease in classroom number 246 despite the rumors that danced in my head continuously even before I made the decision to sign up for the most infamous class…

The sound of my alarm awakened me from a deep coma. Today was the first day of not just any day but the first day of high school. All I could think about was the empowering, negative stories about high school being so repulsive with all the strict teachers, the really difficult tests, and being at the bottom of the food chain once again. “I pray to God that these stories are irrelevant to high school, I implored.” The car ride to Grayson High School was longer than I intended. When I got out of…

Spring has arrived and so has the beginnings of a new school year, seeing the same faces just months ago, but everyone has somehow changed, even if only a little. I left my home this morning expecting nothing out of the usual, though I left earlier so I could take my time watching the cherry blossoms before the day began. As I was walking to school I forgot how beautiful the sakura were. I always hated walking up this ridiculous hill every day but, the rows of sakura made it a little easier to…

I can remember my first day of high school as if it were yesterday. I was so excited to be one step closer to my dreams. I had been told on numerous occasions that high school will go by quickly and that I should cherish the four years I spent in it. I was very excited to go to an enormous high school full of so many other people like me. But, little did I know, the first two years of high school would be some of the hardest years of my life. High school effected my physical, emotional, and…

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…

the summer rays have begun to warm up the day. My everyday morning walk to school begins with the aroma of fresh cut grass and the sound of birds chirping. I begin to stroll my way to my friend Alejandra house which is a short distance away. Arriving to Alejandra house I lean against her picket fence give her a quick text to let her know I’m outside and wait. We greet each other with a simple side hug and continue our walk. Our walk to the high school, we will see the same familiar faces. Our…

Most of it is my own doing; both the bad and the good. There isn’t much that I could blame others for at the end of the day. Anyway I think it was the middle of the 8th grade when the actions I took would later affect how I did in high school. I remember the middle of 8th grade when my school and academic life quietly, but quickly, descended into chaos. I was pulled out of my private school and left at home. It was terrible timing; math had begun to make sense and my grades were rising…