My First Day Of Class

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First day of school, in a completely new setting with different emotions rushing through you, as you look around seeing different faces has the thought of their personality code ever crossed your mind? Typically, the answer would be no, why would such a though cross someone’s mind who has so much more to anticipate on the first day. This was my mindset, for years and years I would attend the first day of school prepared for the excitement and deprived feeling of summer slipping away. However, things were different for my first day of college, after taking the MyPlan assessment and learning about not only my personality but about other people’s personalities as well, I began to become more conscious of other people. For once, I was not only

Have you ever met a person that you thought was the worst person in the world, but it turns out to be a blessing in disguise. Well, that is the feeling I got the first day of the 10th grade, when I first met my new homeroom teacher. It was the first day of school, and I was super amped. I was at the High school where I wanted to graduate from. The first day started off as normal as it could be. Everyone was standing around making sure they were being seen in their new fashions. I was more excited than they were, because I was finally able to transfer to the school where all my friends from the old neighborhood attended. This was going to be the best year ever, so I thought. The 8:00 a.m. bell rang for everyone to report to their first class, and as I walked to the door there was a lady standing there smiling and telling everyone entering the door, “Good Morning”. I knew at this point there was about to be a problem. Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not a morning person.

A bright but cold morning, January 2014, I woke up early, jumped out of bed and smiled because it was my first day of school. First I went to take a shower; I thought, “What would I do in school today, who will be my teachers”? I walked to the bus stop, people looked at me like I'm alien with five heads and with a large nose. I sat down on a tree trunk waiting for the bus and the bus arrived after 15 minutes, I aboard the bus. The driver was a woman she was wearing a black shirt and brown pants. She told me “ Do you have the paper that shows that you have permission to go to school in a school bus” I stared at her and said “ No English”. A good girl seating behind the bus driver translated into Spanish what the bus driver asked

The beating heart of my anecdote is something like this: as school days come and go I reflect, on how my education began. I remember my first day of school. I walked into Sparkman, following my older sister Hannah, I made it my mission to attach myself to her and clutch her side making every move that she did. When she went to her class and I was forced to go into mine, I was speechless. I was terrified when I walked into my kindergarten classroom for the first time. Thoughts danced in my mind as to what we might learn that day. That is when my teacher, Mrs. Stanford, wrote “Reading” on the board. Although I, as well as many of my classmates, were anxious about the school day reading and writing were challenges ahead of our young minds waiting to be discovered

On the first day of class when I first stepped foot into the classroom, I thought this class was going to be like every other class where we listen to the teacher preach and write down notes. That was not the case, the class turned out to be a wonderful experience. I have learned so much about myself and about the people around me. This was possible by attending the different seminars, participating in class discussions, sharing about my experiences, and learning about others cultures.

In the words of Harry Wong, “The first day of class is the most important day of the school year”. Since this day is so important I will have had to prepare a few things before the day actually starts. I will have assigned seats in my classroom before the day starts, and I will have written my bell work activity for the class before they arrive. Finally, I will have all the materials I need for that day within reach, so I am prepared for transitions.

Do you remember your first day of school? I think we all had mized emotions that first day. For some of us we were scared, not really knowing what it was going to be like. For others, it was exciting, they wanted to start this new chapter in their lives. So how are you feeling now? For some of you, you may be feeling happy. Others here probably feel relieved. Still, others here may feel sad that this chapter of their life has come to a close. Well, no matter how you felt the first day and no matter how you felt the last day, you have been through a lot these last few years. You have made it through troubling math problems, long essays, and piles of homework. Yet, you all made it here. You never gave up, you never wanted to take the easy way out. For some of us, it could've been just as easy to go get another form of a high school degree or even quit school all together. You didn't do that! You were strong, you made it through it all. Still, it wasn't always hard. We have experienced good times these last few years as well. No doubt you have made good friends, aced hard exams, and hopefully now have a new perspective on life. Truly, there is not much different from school life, and life in general. In life there will be times to knock us down. We enjoy the good times but we also prepare for the bad times. How can we take what we learned from school to help us in life? We made it to the end of school and what a happy day this is! So how do we make it to the end of life with that same smile on our face? How will we make it through the hard times we are sure to face? We are going to answer these questions through this speech.

I held my breath as I scanned the syllabus on the first day of class. Then I heard my professor say “And in week thirteen you will present your research findings in your discussion sections”. Hearing this sent me into an automatic panic. Having to speak in class felt impossible to me. My flight or fight response was activated any time I anticipated the threat of speaking in class. I was sure to drop the class at any indication that I would have to talk, either by being called on or having to give a presentation. Sometimes I convinced myself things would be different and I would be able to handle it. It never worked, the results were the same; I didn’t go to class. All of my grades were based on papers and exams. So I would submit my papers and take the tests but not go to class. My half assed approach to participating in college was to take classes as if they were an independent study. I felt immediate relief when I choose avoidance until the guilt set in from getting poor grades, wasting money and lying to everyone. The vicious cycle only fueled my anxiety, my avoidance and my academic problems.

Throughout my life I experienced a lot of firsts: first words, first steps, first day of school, but nothing could ever prepare me for my first time in sin city. Out of all the places in the world that I wish to explore, I chose to visit the legendary, Las Vegas. My friends and I wanted to voyage out to this magnificent city, since it was the last summer before our senior year. The night before, my friends and I were too busy to sleep. We were planning and packing, so we would have everything ready for the next day. Even if we wanted to sleep the excitement was too much to bare and we just could not keep our eyes shut. I was excited to see how the colorful city looked in person and how it felt to be in another state. Seeing as it was everyone’s first time in Vegas, we were determined to make the trip memorable.

When I went in to pick my classes for my first semester at college I was super excited. Then they told me there was a mandatory class that all incoming first time in college students had to take. I rolled my eyes and sighed as they described the class to me. I would have to participate in school events, and had to go to the support center, and do things that I thought were going to be the big waste of my time. On the first day of class, we learned about the different topics that we were going to cover, and also about the assignments that we had to do throughout the semester. Even though I wasn’t too thrilled about the G.P.S assignment, I was even more scared about the final essay. I thought I wasn’t going to learn anything, and that I was going to have to struggle to write this final essay. Now that we are wrapping up the semester I can honestly say that my college education has benefited from taking this class. I have learned so much more than I thought I was going to learn. The things that I took the most out of were the financial literacy, time management, and lastly the professor.

Oh, no! That just isn’t right. I’m Laurie and I am going to tell you what really happened the year I went to kindergarten. As I was headed out the door with my new blue jeans with a belt my aunt got me as a present for my birthday this was unusual because I usually wear corduroy overalls with bibs. Anyways as the older girl next door she was distracting me from my mom because she wanted to know what day it was. As i passed the corner I realized I forgot to stop and wave good-bye to me. As we were few steps from the crossing guard to go onto campus, I see the clouds darkening and air . I left the girl walk with her friends I quickly try to run as fast as I can too not be late for my first day of school, but I heard a noise in the corner where I was suppose to turn and then I found myself in an alleyway between a Home Depot and Stater Bros. I looked at the sewer lid then boom! Lighting hit the the stop sign nearby seeing it burn up. As I looked back at the lid It was open with the lid on the side of the road. Then I felt a slight touch on my shoulder. I turn back and see me. He said “ You are my ticket to the good life”

The first day of school, running in school with tears in my eyes, shredded with a wound in my heart because of my parents, dropping me off at school and leave me all alone. It was only me sitting at the corner of the entry door, all I see is strangers, run around screaming, jumping, and chasing playing with balls. Then, I started to wonder around the school, as happy as I was when I see there are foods. I lowered my backpack, reach for a couple of bucks which my mom gave me in the morning if I want to buy something to eat or drink. Afterward, I continue walking.

On the first day of school I woke up at 6:30 a.m. to my alarm clock. I woke up and got dressed, in which I wore dark blue jeans, and a buttoned up shirt which I wore tucked in. I brushed my hair thoroughly and left it down. Then, My Dad drove me to school, and walked me up to the door. We said goodbye, I gave him a kiss, and then I walked not my new adventure. When I walked into the school, I headed to the old gym, in which I went looking for my friend. When I found my friend, Izzy, we hugged each other and jumped up and down out of pure excitement. After we talked for a few moments the bell rang and we headed for the exit. As we passed through the hallway I noticed that the white board in the hallway said to report to your home room

On the first day of junior year I woke up bitter, tired, and angry. I knew this year would be the toughest year of my high school career and in no way shape or form was I looking forward to it. I went to school as if it were any other first day, greeting friends and trying to fight through the crowd to get to the locator list where I would find my first period teacher. After five minutes of pushing and shoving, I finally reached the front and found my name. I traced my finger along the dotted line to find “Mr. Hall”. I had never heard of this teacher before, therefore I knew this was a bad sign. The bell finally rang and junior year had officially begun. I walked into Mr. Hall’s class and I had already concluded that he was the happiest,