The Worst Day Of My Life In A New School

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After throwing on my book bag I headed to school. It's a short drive since I live right in front of the school. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. The cold air stung my face and as I breathed, the frigid air escaped like smoke. I started up my old, beat-up car and prepared to go to the place I hated most. I glared at the stop sign and rolled to a stop, feeling my heart clench as a thousand memories tore into me. Every day, she would wait there for me, the sweetest smile on her face. With her absence, the frozen over stop sign mocked me for my stupidity. Shaking my head, I continued

We all have different kinds of the first day of school experiences, but for every student, I feel that stepping into the first day of school as a freshman would mark as the most memorable day in all high school years. Before the first day of school, I quickly thought that my freshman year would turn into the toughest and saddest year in my experience. My best friend would not attend the same high school with me, which already gives me many conclusions of how sad and hard of a school year it would result. However, maybe things will turn out differently than we think if we just change something about our way of living it.

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Monday came and I have to go back to school. I left my mother’s house before sunrise, before she would wake up. I walked to the park alone. My boots made a crunching sound as I walked on top of the fresh blanket of snow. I set my bright red backpack down next to the swingset and sat down on a swing myself. The sun was still rising so it was nice to look up at the pink and orange sky. I close my eyes so I can feel the breeze run through my hair. Although I know it’s impossible, I just can’t help but hope that I’d dissolve into dust and fly away with the wind to somewhere far away. I open my eyes to find a group of kids walking with their school bags, so I grab my things and begin to walk in the direction of the school, assuming it was about to begin. I’m greeted by a rush of kids running into the school building or catching up with their friends.I Just continue to silently walk to my fifth grade classroom. I could feel everyone’s eyes watching me but I don’t care. I sit down and wait for the teacher to begin the lesson.

The day passed by slowly and and painfully, with nothing out of the ordinary. By 2:50, the end bell rung and my school day was over. Usually I would head downstairs to the senior bar and hang out before leaving, but today I decided to sprint home to finish my college application. During the train ride, I was relaxing, tapping my feet along with the beat of the hip hop music blasting through my Skullcandy earbuds. I closed my eyes, deciding to get some rest before I got home. Little do I know that my afternoon will be spent worrying about something else bigger than my future colleges.

“UHHHHH,” I have school today, could there be anything worse than school. I dressed in my school uniform and jumped down the stairs. I walked towards the cabinet to find my yearly supply of cheerios, but when I saw the date on the calendar I went to my room and change into my shorts. It was June 20th the first day of summer! No school for two more months. I was the type of kid who wanted to explore the unknown such as the deepest darkest places in the basement or the highest but darkest places like the attic. Today I will celebrate the first day of summer by going into the attic and look into some old boxes. I ate my breakfast quickly waiting to discover the wonders that waited to be discovered.

“I can't believe it's time for school already,” I mumbled to myself as I turned off my alarm clock and rolled out of bed. It was the first day back to school after summer vacation, and I certainly wasn't feeling too happy about it. Early mornings, boring classes, lots of homework; the very thought of these things made me want to cover myself with blankets and never get up. Still, I didn't have much of a choice, so I got up, got dressed (in a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers: my new favorite clothing combo), and made myself something to eat for breakfast.[i]I'm sure it won't be [b]all[/b] bad...[/i], I thought to myself as I ate. [i]At least I'll get to see my friends again, and maybe check out some of the new club activities.[/i] The more I thought about it, the better I felt about going back to school. After all, everything was going my way.

On August 14, 2015 it was my first day at FHS. My alarm turned on at 6:30 a.m and the sun was shinning through my window, plus the smell of fresh air blew through my window. As, I was about done getting ready, my sister as if I wanted breakfast, she made, french toast with strawberries and bananas on the side. Knowing that the bus was arriving, I asked my sister to drop me off at school, because I was scared and nervous. I honestly didn't know what to expect, for my first day of school.

Zach is in his moms van driving to his new school. He had just moved to Menomonee Falls from his old home in New York. This would be his very first day of high school, he was nervous and was wishing he could be in new york going to school with his friends. The car then came to an abrupt stopped. He grabbed his backpack from the back seat. His mom than said “Have a great day at school. I love you.” Zach then replied with “Thanks, Love you too.” He hopped out of the car and walked into the huge school. Then he pulled a crumpled note out of his pocket and look at it. It was his locker number and combination. After 5 minutes of looking for his locker he found his beat up paint chipped locker. Zach grabbed the lock and put in the combination. The locker swung open with force. He quickly put his bag in it and than slammed it shut. Zach then looked at the clock and saw the time, he only had 2 minutes to get to his class. He ran to his class as fast as he could. He entered the class and saw an old balding man with blue polo and brown pants. Zach sat down it the first seat available, it was next to a boy that looked to be his age. The boy was wearing a stained yellow shirt and purple shorts. He had on a pair of glasses on and acne all over. The boy then turned to Zach and said “Hey you look new, I am Alex. What’s your name?” Zach responded by saying “I am Zach, and yeah I am new. I just moved from New York.” Alex said, “Oh that's cool” but then was cut off by the teacher. The teacher

September 6th, the day we return back to school and sit within the walls of York High School. As I walk through the door, I see all the familiar faces whom I have not seen since the day school got out. I walk by the seniors, who are older but not too intimidating, and remember my days as a freshman where I was scared to even walk by an upperclassmen. On the other side of the lunchroom is the freshman. All huddled up and quiet, they are anxious yet scared for their new high school experience. Chatter started in every which way as more and more students entered the cafeteria to gather before the school day officially started. “Oh my gosh, hi! I missed you, how was your summer?” This was the friendly and half fake phrase many of the girls said to each other as they entered the room. The first bell rang at 7:45 AM, and every student stood up and one big cluster emerged.

“Goodmorning, my name is Yama and I’m a junior as well!” He said loudly and happily. After school ended, I waved goodbye to Yama as he walked home. My first day back at school felt great even though nothing special happened. I’ve never felt this good on the first day of

At 6:00 am on a Monday morning, my veil of sleep was pierced by the blaring sound of the default alarm on my phone. In the pitch black, I fumbled for my cellphone to shut off the senseless noise I had grown to hate more any other sound. I lay in bed for a few minutes as I let myself wake up, and suddenly remembered; it was my first day at my new school. (SP #1) I felt a wave a dread wash over my body, flooding my mind with worry. Once I had dragged myself out of bed, I hopped into the shower to wash off the last remnants of sleep. I was too nervous to even think about eating, but still I poured a bowl of cereal; I forced a couple spoonfuls into my mouth until I couldn’t do it anymore and tossed the rest. Because it was my first day, my mom offered to drive me to school rather than me take the bus. I spent the fifteen minute car ride trying to calm myself down by

I woke up with a grin on my face, ready for the long but exciting day. Today could change my whole middle school career. So many questions. Where to sit at lunch, where to go for classes, and will I be able to beat the intimidating bell. Today was my first day ever of middle school.