...This is when I went to my first day in middle school. I was so scared that didn’t even want to go to school. When we got school we went to the cafeteria. The principal assign all our classes. First, I went to my 1st hour class. My 1st class was science. My science teacher’s name is Mrs. Hamblin. ’’Welcome to Beer Middle School,’’ our teacher said with excitement , ’’in this class we are going to do fun experiment.’’ Mrs. Hamblin started to assign seats. I had no problem with I will I be sitting. Next, until 1st hour was finished we went to our 2nd hour. I was confused where I was going. I really did not see all my classes. So, I asked some of the other teachers for help. ’’Excuse me, at any chance do you know where room 208 is?’’ I asked politely. ’’Go down, turn, keep on walking forward, and turn at the end to the left.’’ The teacher replied. It was so weird of all the twist and turns. Then, I finally found the room. I went in my next class, which is S.S. (Social Studies)....
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...It was August 4, 2016 first day of middle school it was around 7:20 am and i just got off the bus i’m heading to go meet up with my friends. I seen Alexis and she ran up and hugged me and i instantly hugged her back, then i see this cute guy standing by our friends she calls him over and goes Kyle this is my boyfriend Ryan. It felt like my heart stopped i like my cousins boyfriend…, He smelt like my favorite Axe, It was the blue one. I wasn’t gonna be rude so i shook his hand his hands were soft. Alexis looked at me and said um.. Kyle ur face is red, of yeah i’m just a little sunburnt i'll see you later. Time skip…. Lunch we all hurried down and sat at one table. I sat by Ryan and Alexis, Ryan was in the middle.. I was listening to Hollywood undead (my favorite band) he look at...
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...As I walked into the school first day of freshman year at Harris County High School, I would have never thought I could be so wrong about a person. Walking in I remember being so nervous and praying to God that I had classes with my friends. I looked at my schedule for my homeroom teacher: Mrs. Jackson: Algebra 1. I thought "oh no, she is the toughest teacher to have I'm already dreading this." Searching the crowded hallway for a familiar face, I spot my best friend, Bethany Kirk, I run up to her and ask to see her schedule. We have homeroom together, super pumped up we high-five each other and start walking to Mrs. Jackson's room together. Bethany asked," have you heard about what everyone says about Mrs. Jackson?" I laughed, "what, about...
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...I Can Do Anything” As a young boy beginning my first day of grade school, I was excited but frightened at the same time. You see this would be my first experience away from my parents or grandparents. The school building seemed so big and had so many doors and hallways. My mother tried to console me by walking me to my classroom to meet my first teacher. I was frightened and visibly upset to see my mother leave me. After a couple of hours into my first day of school, my father who was an over the road truck driver and hadn’t seen me leave home earlier that morning, stopped by the school to see how my first day was going. Wow, was I happy to see him! Although frightened and upset I had no intentions of letting him leave without me. Needless to say, my first day of grade school became my first half day of grade school. Through all the emotions and tears, I neglected to observe the school motto, but apparently my parents noticed. The next morning while preparing to to to school my mother kept telling me, “If you try hard enough, you can do anything”. Well on my second day of school as I walked in with a feeling a little more at ease, I noticed on nearly every wall a single phrase that stuck with me from that point. The school motto read, “If I try hard enough, I can do anything.” From that day forward I began to believe that single phrase. I was my parents first child of two and by the time I turned seven years old, my little sister was born. In the beginning the thought...
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...MECHANICAL TECHNOLOGY POEMS SELECT LANGUAGE SEARCH Select Language ▼ Search MY FIRST DAY AT COLLEGE MY FIRST DAY AT COLLEGE OR MY FIRST IMPRESSION OF THE COLLEGE Points: Introduction – My first day at college – New atmosphere – Conclusion. My first day at college is an important event of my life. To me it is an unforgettable day. During my school days. I had a glimpse of college life from my elder brothers and sisters. I was most curiously awaiting the day when I would start my college life. I thought that the college life would offer me a free life; here restrictions would be few and threat of teachers would be little. At last the longed for day came in. I was admitted to the Government College of my city. I entered the college premises with new hopes and aspirations. I was glad to see that the college presented a new sight. It was quite different from what I had seen in and around our school. I came across many unknown faces. SELECT ESSAY TOPICS College Essays (182) Grammar (2) High Level Essays (36) Pakistan (26) Poems (2) I had some very strange experiences on the first day of my college life. I was baffled to see students playing indoor and outdoor games and enjoying radio programmes during class-hours. There is no restriction of uniform. I observed that the students are free in their movements. They can do things according to their choice. READING COMPREHENSION TEST (10) School College Essays (464) SENTENCE CORRECTION (1) Stories (22) Tenses in Urdu (5) I found...
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...broke my ankle the night before orientation and missed the first two days of school. The third day of school was my first day of highschool but it wasn’t the best especially because I was on crutches and in pain most of the day. The first day I went to school without my crutches I felt my true initiation into Saint Louis University High School. After the first day without crutches everything got better, especially class. I wiped the sweat off my face as I checked the ball to my friend, Frank, it was tied nineteen to nineteen. Frank breathing heavily started to drive towards the basket after some ball maneuvers. He went up for the layup and I tipped the ball,...
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...Transferring schools is something I never thought I would get to experience with my family. The thought of changing from a catholic school to any public school was never in my mind. But the moment my mom asked me if changing to a different school would be something I'd want to consider, the feeling was joyful and hopeful that I could have flown to class in the morning. My old school would make every morning feel like a you got blacked out drink the night before and is waking up on a monday morning and you've slept past you alarm. It was bad. Getting dressed was another part of the horror of school. Having a dress code would make every morning become a battle of the dress code since we couldn't wear 90% of the clothes sold in stores. Once dressed, hygiene done, and out the door by 7 am started the long drive to school. Once there by 7:45 am to your first class, note if you are late you would get a detention and a call home to your parents, we start a 55 minute class...
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...Memorable Day of My Life Life is made up of events and experiences. But all of these are not equally important and memorable. Some of these are pleasant and they remain evergreen in minds. My first day at school is such an event. It was the month of January, 2007. I was then only six years old. My father proposed that I should be admitted into a school in class one the next day. I felt very excited. I could not think of anything else. I was always thinking about the school, the teachers as I watched on the TV. I could not even sleep well that night. The next morning my mother woke me early in the morning. She washed me very well, combed my hair and dressed in new clothes. Then I had breakfast and started for the school with my father. He took me to the nearest NHF Primary School of our locality at 9.30 am. The school was not very far from our home. So we walk all the way. When I stepped inside the school compound with my father I was somewhat afraid finding myself in a new environment. My heart began to beat. At first he asked my name and some other easy questions. I could answer all of them. Then I was taken to the class room just at 10.00 a.m. Our class teacher Md. Khalilur Rahman appeared before us. We all stood up to show him respect. The class lasted 35 minutes and all the time he treated us as his friends and spoke in a polite manner. Finally, he gave us Home work. When the bell rang, he left the class. I had four other periods with a break of 20 minutes. I found that...
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...Beep! the sound of my alarm clock woke me up. It was a cold fall Monday on the first day of school. I quickly got out of bed to find my breakfast still sitting on the table it smelled like cinnamon, as usual I just had a cinnamon roll. After I ate breakfast I put on my clothes and headed to the first day of middle school, since my Mom was at work I had to walk to school and it was very cold so I decided to wear two pairs of pants and three shirts before I went to school I decided to play a couple of video games and read a book. Then I walked to school. When I got to school everyone started laughing at me and I did not know why. The sound of laughter seemed to bother me. Maya, one of the popular kids with a big smile, even came up to me and said, “Hey why are you wearing 3 shirts, it makes you look fat.”...
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...Supportive Education Pre-School My clothes didn’t match. I did not care. I was four, too young to know. It was the first day of Pre-school, my stomach was filled with mixed emotions. It was a warm Monday morning. I was in the car with my mom on my way to start my first day of school. The car ride was bumpy. Before I looked up, the car stopped. There it was. Pre-school, never thought this day would come. As we opened the door to the classroom, I started to throw a fit. Throwing my cheerios everywhere, screaming and crying. All of a sudden, the excitement that I had inside of me about starting Pre-school, escaped. “Honey, it’s okay,” my mom said. “Mom, I changed my mind, let’s go home,” I said. “I have to work I’ll be back in a few hours,” she said. As she worked her way out of the classroom, I latched on to her leg. “Mommy, no, don’t go,” I cried. “Bye sweetie, I love you,” she said. I unlatched my arms from her and before I knew it, she was gone. As the day went on, I met many friends, and came to the conclusion that Pre-school was not all that bad. It struck noon. I saw my mom walking in the door of my classroom to pick me up and take me home. As I walked over to meet her, she asks “How was your day?” “Good, I drew you a picture,” I said as a huge smile began to form on my face. I handed her the picture. She opened it. It was on blue paper. “Oh, this is really good,” she said. “Thanks mommy, I drew it in red because that’s your favorite color...
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...person’s first week at college is one of the most significant transition periods in their life. It is ultimately one of the most surprising, frightening, and enjoyable experiences they will have. My first week at NDSU was no exception to this. There were things about my first week that I was completely not expecting, things that didn’t surprise me at all, and things that have been very rewarding. First, multiple things about my first week of college surprised me. One of these things was that the days don’t go by nearly as slowly as I thought they would. In high school, I was at school from 8:30 a.m. until 3:30 p.m. on any given day, and no matter what, the time seemed to go unbearably slow. I thought that I would be experiencing the same feeling of the day dragging on in college. Because I don’t live on campus, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have a 5 p.m. class, on those days I am typically on campus from 9:30 a.m. until 6:30 p.m. I didn’t think I would be able to handle long school hours again, especially hours even longer than I was at high school. However, there are so many ways to stay busy at NDSU that the hours practically fly by in a comparison to high school. The seemingly shorter school days are just one of the things that surprise me about NDSU. Second, there were several things about college that met my expectations exactly. For example, going into college I figured that there was going to be a very large amount of homework in comparison to high school. I was definitely...
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...life taught us. Though not all memories we have are fun and full of laughter, some maybe even most are full of pain and despair. A few memories I reflect on often are, meeting my best friend in elementary school and losing a close friend of mines in middle. Also, being crowned Homecoming Queen and getting my first acceptance letter to college. All of these memories have aided me in my everyday life with a person that’s been placed in my life and lessons they’ve taught me. When I was five years old I began first grade at Henry W. Allen Elementary School. Now as a kid I was very outgoing and very friendly. I saw the world as this huge coloring book just waiting for me to add my own color to it. I saw the innocence in everyone. I was so naïve and so full of life that some things I just didn’t understand. One thing that I never understood was bullying because everyone to me were the same. I didn’t see color, ethnicity, physical disorder, or even gender, I just saw humans. While on the yard one recess I saw a group of kids that I associated myself with harassing this little girl that was in my class. I walked over to them and instantly began to push them away from her and tell them to leave her alone. That recess little did I know I had just mad a friend for life, that day we played together, and the next day, and the next. It wasn’t until later that I found out the reason they were picking on her was because she was dyslexic. The minute she had expressed that to me...
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...For Helen Keller, the most important day was she met her teacher when she was almost 7 years old. After Helen Keller met her teacher, her life changed totally, she studied knowledge, wrote books and became famous. For me, the most important day is the first day I went to primary school. I had no friends before I went to school. I didn’t go to kindergarten because my mother, who was a teacher, taught me at home. I learned without any classmates, I played alone and I shared my lunch with my mother only. I felt so lonely before I went to primary school. There was a school next to my home in my hometown. Every day at 5 pm, there were many students running out from school with smiling faces. Parents picked up their children and went home. I wanted to go to school like other children, chatting and playing with friends. However, I had no friends until I was 6. Before I went to school a month, I got a government letter saying I had to go to school because I was 6 which was the age to go to primary school. It made me excited. When I first went to school, I was so excited and scared. I had never met to other same age kids. I had no idea how to communicate with other kids even an opening conversation. When I was dropped off by my mother I was scared and cried. However, I was taken to a classroom by a teacher and I hid behind her. When my classmates saw that I was hiding behind the teacher, they made fun of me for a long time. I thought I would go home with a crying face but a few classmates...
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...always think that first day after the summer vacation is very exciting for their kids. They buy clothes all summer long searching for that right outfit for the first day. You could hear the many conversations between the adults, who is wearing what and how cute their little one are. I came to realize quickly that this event caused more excitement for them than for the kids. I remember my first day like it was yesterday and I can’t relate to the excitement that many parents have today. It was a normal day in Barbados. Sunrise was very beautiful, as it rides just beyond the cliff of the sea. A bright orange just five minutes away. It seems you can just reach out and touch the fullness of the sun. As I gazed outside my window, the trees were still and bubbles of dew slowly flow down the side of the leaves. In a nearby yard I heard a rooster singing to the top of his lungs. Everything seems in place with a soft carpet of dew covering our lawn like a freshly carpeted house untouched and perfect to the eye. No matter how long I lived on the island, the smell of that fresh breath taking ocean spray is unforgettable. The rich greens, reds, oranges and even the trunks of the trees, made it picture perfect just like the clothes my mom laid out on my bed. My khaki shorts, shirt and socks. Yes, not too flattering but it was my uniform, and it was easy for me to get ready. No scanning through clothes trying to decide what to wear everyday. As I was getting ready, I heard my mom yelling out...
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...late and sleeping in with not a worry about what I was going to do that day. Now I had a schedule to follow Monday through Friday that involved homework, studying, writing essays, and soccer practice. It was seven thirty in the morning on the first day of school, which was the earliest I had been up in 3 months and I was already working on an assignment. I never would have guessed my first day of classes would involve graded assignments and homework. I assumed it would be full of listening to the teacher explain the ten page long syllabus that only comes in use during the first week of school, while I daydream about my summer, trying to fight my eyelids from closing. But the assumption I made about the typical first day of high school was completely wrong and it changed my outlook on high school for the rest of the year. It’s seven thirty in the morning, the sun is barely out and I’m already sweating through my t-shirt. Luckily I am not the only one, as I look around the classroom everyone looks miserable and fatigued. You could tell everyone wanted to be anywhere but at Anderson High School. The bell had just rung and our English teacher introduced himself and it seemed like it was going to be a fun year. Mr. Ger was dressed professional, wearing an Anderson golf team polo with khaki pants. I expected him to hand out a syllabus for the class to go over but instead he gave us the rubric for our first paper. He mentioned that the essay was due within the next week, which made...
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