My First Day at High School Essay

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…

fast, and I was heading back to Lithonia High School. Although I was not happy about everything that occurred during the weekend, I was happy to go back to school and hook back up with my friends. Therefore, on Monday morning when my alarm went off I got up and searched eagerly through the limited clothes in my part of the tube and found something cute to wear for my first day. Then I put my hair in a ponytail and got in the car with my brother to head to school. As we zoomed down the road…

Each days the same, I wake up to my alarm clock going off reading 5:30 a.m. marking the end of and get out of bed. ‘Great, only an hour of sleep’, I think to myself while rolling my eyes and blowing out in exasperation. I continue with my morning routine. Which consists of me showering, then getting dressed and doing my hair and make-up. I feel like a fraud. ‘That’s because you are. But it’s okay. Soon enough you won’t be one anymore.’ It takes me 25 minutes to get to Cedarwood High. Once I…

Beep-Beep. My mom comes into my dark and chilly room. “What time is it?” I ask my mom in a raspy voice. “4:00 in the morning,” my mom answers. “Uhh, can I go back to sleep?” I moan to my mom. “Noooo,”she replies as she turns on the lights in my room. Practice begins at 4:00 P.M. this blistering Thursday afternoon. I can’t believe that we are going to be in the parade. Outside for practice, it feels like my U.V. rays. We run our usual two laps around the track of our school, New Augusta…

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 a house party that the high…

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…

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…

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…

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.…

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.…