So the day started off as any school day would, waking up. It would probably be the worst part of going to school, especially on a Monday morning. Besides that point, I got dressed, ate some breakfast, and went to go get on the bus. It was the first day of school, so nobody was excited for waking up and getting on this bus. As I stepped onto the bus I smelled that familiar smell that I missed from my daily routine this summer. It was a quiet bus ride for me, but I was excited to see my friends in homeroom. When I walked in I saw all these fun colors and a nicely decorated class along with some students already in their seats. In homeroom, I got to see all my friends and watched the morning announcements play. Looks like I'm gonna actually have to learn today.
Seeing as it was the first day nobody knew what class we had first, except me. I was always the one that knew the schedule and had all my materials organized. That's why when the bell rang for the first class everyone swarmed around me. We had ELA first, that meant we stayed with Mrs. Vann Harrell. She seemed really nice. The first thing I did was get into my binder and get my ELA folder organized based on what things we were gonna do that year for her class. I figured all of the classes were gonna be the same, syllabus and surveys about ourselves. I sat near my friends and listened while taking notes. I was the only one to do that because I want to have a paper for the expectations Mrs. Vann Harrell had for us. I was excited and scared at the same time for this upcoming school year. That was because there seemed to be a lot of work coming my way, but that's what happens when you're a magnet student. The class seemed to fly by, and when there were 5 minutes class I made sure that I put my papers back to their correct place, I hated it when they were all over my binder. Next we had Algebra. I guess it's time to get back into the groove of switching classes, and the crowded hallways, they were my least favorite. We did the same thing in that class too. I once again was the only person to take notes. "Do we have to take notes?" Kelly asked me. "No, I wanted to take notes so I know the teachers' expectations for me," I replied giving her a thumbs
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New life in a new country For many people, coming to school the first day always has been an exciting experience and like a little adventure. That very first day of school will become a significant day in everyone life, a day to celebrate. I had my first day of school too; I couldn't remember all the details; but somehow, I can still feel the excitement and curiosity that I had at the time. It would be impossible for anyone to travel back in time to look back on their first day of school. But, I was lucky that I was able to have another opportunity to feel the same excitement and curiosity again. It was recently when my family moved to America. Growing up in a small town, everyone knows each other, so it was harder for me to say goodbye to everyone, especially my close friends. I was depressed on departing day because I knew I would miss my friends, family, foods, festivals, air, beach, and the sky full of stars. I knew it wouldn't be the same in America, but I had no choice at the time. "Is that tree dead?" my mother asked me after we leave the Dulles International Airport in D.C and on our way to our new home in America. I look around from the small taxi's window, and I was quite surprised to see something so marvelous. This was the first time in my life I saw a tree quite big without a single leaf. I thought it was dead too, so I asked the taxi driver, and he responded me with a laugh. Later, when we arrived at our new home, I found out that the tree is just sleeping Get more content
First week of high school Fun, scaring, exciting are the feelings of my first week of school. This is a brand new experience of my life having to leave my friends and teachers in middle school behind. New school, new friends and new teachers are all part of this new school year. This one is different though, it's the first week of high school. Most freshmen like me that enter the school are scared. I think the first week of the school is the easiest since there would not be a lot of homework and what you need to do is to listen to what you need for the class and know other people well in the class. But I am wrong, as soon as you get seated on your assigned seat, new teachers start to introduce themselves and start giving tons...show more content...
I think the pronunciation of Spanish is different from English and I have difficulties of speaking Spanish properly. I also have an AVID (Advancement via Individual Determination) class for my elective, AVID is acollege–readiness system designed to increase the number of students who enroll in four–year colleges. The AVID system is a district wide and school wide approach featuring: a college–preparatory elective course, rigorous curriculum, trained college tutors, and a site team composed of the AVID Coordinator, subject–area teachers, parents, and tutors. WICR – or writing, inquiry, collaboration, and reading– forms the basis of the AVID curriculum. It gives students the skills they need to succeed in college–preparatory classes, like Advanced Placement. I have Algebra 2 for my math class. Algebra is the branch of mathematics concerning the study of the of operations and the things which can be constructed from them including terms, polynomials, equations and structures. Algebra 2 is an extension of Algebra and Geometry and talks about deriving formulas from another. WE didn't do anything in our P.E. class in the first week, since we did not have our P.E. clothes so we had free time. In my biology class, I learned how to define life. An organism must have 7 properties of life to be alive, including cellular organization, reproduction, metabolism, homeostasis, heredity, responsiveness and growth and
The first day of school is nerve–wracking for most people, for me, the first day was especially terrifying. The first day of a college class is probably more crazy than all others. My mom and younger sister, Michaela, were busy taking pictures as I attempted to run out of the door. After being homeschooled for the last six years, I knew it would be a much different experience. I had been in my room alone doing school; I was content with where I was. The morning of the first day of class, I was so busy that I didn't have time to be nervous. However, as I ran out the door, my heart rate elevated to a pace of 138 bpm. I felt older, nervous, excited, and anxious as I left for Pellissippi. Although it had been six years since I had been in a classroom, I realized that all of my worry was for nothing once I walked into Ms. Brown's class. The summer after I completed the 6th grade, my parents decided to pull me out of my Baptist, private school and homeschool me. I, like most kids, was not thrilled with the decision, but being only 11 years old, I had no say in the matter. Despite my initial reservations, being homeschooled was a great experience for me, but I began to get bored. I missed seeing people every day. It was just me and my family. I was ready for a new experience, something big, and college was exactly what I was looking for. It was Sunday night, and there was a high probability that class would be cancelled. I prayed that that wouldn't happen, however, it did. The
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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.
Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood–relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can't find any of my friends? What if I can't find any of my classes? What if everything doesn't turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling
First Day Of School
It's school time again! You're probably feeling excited and maybe a little sad that summer is over. Some kids feel nervous or a little scared on the first day of school because of all the new things: new teachers, new friends, and maybe even a new school. Luckily, these "new" worries only stick around for a little while. Let's find out more about going back to school.
When teachers do the talking on the first day, they often go over classroom rules so you'll know what's allowed and what's not. Pay close attention so you'll know if you need to raise your hand to ask a question and what the rules are about visiting the restroom. You might already know a lot of kids in your classes on the first day. But it's a great day to make a new friend, so try to say hello to kids you know and new ones that you don't. Make the first move and you'll be glad you did and so will your new friend!
Sixth grade often signals a move to middle school or junior high, where you'll find lockers and maybe a homeroom. This is just what it sounds like – a classroom you'll go to each morning, kind of like your home in the school. In middle school, you might move from classroom to classroom for each subject. Your teachers know that this is a big change from elementary school and will help you adjust.
Most teachers let you pick your own seat on the first day, but by the second or third morning, they'll have mapped out a seating plan. At first, it's a good idea to write down where your Get more content
Topic: My first day in an American school
Specific Purpose: To tell a story about the my experience in the United States school system compare to the Jamaican school system.
Thesis Statement: We should appreciate what we have before we lose it because the grass is not always greener on the other side.
I.Introduction
a.After living in Jamaica for 15 years and 9 months, I went to live with my mother in Central Islip in Long Island New York. It was sad to leave behind all my friends and my old school, but this would be a fresh start to find new friends and to go to a new school.
b.I was very excited to start my new school after seeing how cool school seemed on TV. The no school uniform, having lockers, walking out of class when the bell rung even is the teacher is still talking and school buses. School seemed like a dreamland on TV compare to the strict school I was leaving.
I. Main point 1
a.my school was just a 6 minute walk for my house so I didn't get to experience the school bus ride. My little sister who went to school in America all her life, helped me map out how to get to my first three classes on a school map they gave me during registration.when I walked through the big glass doors, my mood went from being excited to nervous. The main hallway was a big circle and you had to walk in one direction during the period changes. I was overwhelmed by the 100s of kids in the hallway. I was use to outdoor open space door back at my old school with
Stage 1: It is the first day of high school. New students will be excited and ready to explore, yet not everything will go as planned. Your new and old students will have some things in common. You're so nervous and excited for your first day of high school EVER, you barely got any sleep and you're already wide awake by the time your alarm, was supposed to go off, but it didn't You start getting ready, hair, face, outfit. Oh and speaking of outfits, you probably have yours planned out a month before school started. You have to walk to the bus stop and when your bus arrives you are in shock, it is full of kids from every grade possible, it's a mixing bowl, a bit of freshman, with 2 teaspoons of sophomores and a cup of junior and a little sprinkle of seniors. You scan it to see if your friends are on the bus but as usual, you are a loner so you sit in the 3 row. Your first mistake happened already, you sat in the boys' section and soon later, you realize your mistake, so you just slowly go to the girls' section hoping no one realized it. At first, you will walk into the gym everything looked new and shiny. You can see your reflection of off the bleachers and you can smell the strong, killing scent of Clorox. People are everywhere in the gym. You will walk in and find your friends frommiddle school that you probably have not seen all summer long. You guys sprint across to gym floor to huge other and people from the bleachers see a huge circle of screaming girls in a
Being born in December, I had to start school a year later. I hated this, though I was not that much older it still bothered me. I thought everyone was judging me because of my age, and the grade I was in. However, I knew that going to high school was my chance to graduate with my class. Throughout my freshman and sophomore year I pushed myself to come out of my shell; I went to my first dance, I joined the dance club, the softball team and sung for judges. The next year I was still determined to graduate early, so during registration I pleaded my case of why I wanted to graduate early. Another reason I really wanted to graduate early was because I was turning eighteen, and being adopted I knew my mom would no longer get help for me; as far as healthcare or food assistance. I was told that there was no guarantee that I would graduate early but just in case there was an opportunity I had an alternative schedule. The first day of school I was not informed that I would be graduating early so I went to my normally scheduled classes; my last class was graphics and oddly enough I was not on the attendance list. The next day I found out I was in my senior year and I would be taking Government, Economics and twelfth grade English instead of Graphics and Choir. I was a little disappointed that I was no longer going to be taking Graphics, but I was excited to graduate with my class. During my senior year I took a literature class for musicians to fill the place of choir. This was
1.In elementary school, I had two best–loved teachers. My kindergarten teacher, Dr. Barron had the kindest heart. My first day of school, I scarcely remember her greeting each student with a friendly smile. That first day we learned her class song. "Dr. Barron's bunnies come to school every day, school every day, school every day". Throughout the remaining years in elementary school, I would visit her class for a friendly conversation. My second favorite teacher in elementary school was Mrs. Jacobson. Mrs. Jacobson was one of the sweetest teachers I recall having. On our class trip to Disney World, I vaguely remember her being the life of the party. The last day of school was hard for me, I adored her so much, just as much as she adored all of her students. Tears were shed following the last bell that day. Inhigh school my freshman Advanced Placement Human Geography instructor had a considerable impact on my life. She was the type of teacher that you could trust with your personal information and was never there to judge you, but encourage and push you through the tough times. She also labeled Fridays as "Mint Fridays" so every Friday she would award her students with a fresh mint.
2.The subject I excel in would be Math, not including Algebra. I have had a profound love for math ever since I was a young girl. Statistics and Geometry were the two classes I adored the most in grade school. My least favorite subject is Science. I regularly find myself struggling in science
It was the first day of school for Lilo Smith and it was very hot since it was one of the last days of summer. Lilo was very nervous since she did not know anyone. She walked through the front doors of the school slouched and looked at the ground the whole time until she reached her first class. She went to one of the desk in the back of the classroom and stayed to herself. Many students looked at her but no one put forth an effort to talk to her.The bell rung and class was about to start. The teacher walked into the room and so did another girl. The girl came all the way back to the desk Lilo was sitting at and told her to move. Lilo did not move she stayed seated and waited for the teacher to look back and see what was going on. The teacher told the girl to go find another seat, so the girl gave Lilo a dirty look and went and found another seat. After that everyone had to go around the room and say their name and at least one thing they did that summer. The girl that was rude to Lilo was named Mindy, she talked about how her parents took her to Paris. A boy that sat in front of Lilo named Jake talked about how he got to spend all summer at the beach. When it was Lilo's turn she stated her name then didn't know what else to say because all she did all summer was move. Class ended and everyone rushed out the door, except for Lilo. She packed up her belongings very slowly and walked out the door. Jake was waiting for her outside the classroom, but Lilo did not realize
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So, I don't actually like taking about this one expirience due to how I get all sad and broken inside once the subject is brought up once and a while by some non–autistic like me wanting to either get on my nerves, or just needs to complete their assignment for their current class. And thanks to many, many people that I've known that have pressured me to explain the aftermath of this incident, I said that I'll give in to that once that certain time comes. And that time is now. My father was (and still is) a rough and tumble workaholic that still has time to visit his children's birthday party after a fairly short day of work. My mother is a hard working individual occasionally jumping from job–to–job, who is slightly over protective for her own seeds gettling a hard earned life. My siblings only seem to care only about themselves and only themselves. The friends I currently have seem just about as protective about the people they really like as much as they are to themselves. So, this was pretty much a first when it came to the very first day of school at Wheaton Woods elementary. First class, total nightmare, almost non of the other five to six year olds such as me didn't know what to do or what to expect when it came to such a raggity old building with even older staff members, we were throwing shottily made rockets out of legos at eachother, talk fights about who gets what, drawings made from pens and cheap crayons, all of the sort. The first asignment we were told to do
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A bright but cold morning January in 2014, I woke up early, I jumped and smiled because it was my first day of school. First I went to take a shower; I thought, "What I would do in school today, who will be my teachers". Then I walked to the bus stop people looked at me like I'm not from this planet. I sat on a tree trunk waiting for the bus. 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 very good girl who was blonde hair translated into Spanish what the woman was telling me, "thank you" I said to her. Finally, I gave...show more content...
The teacher smiled at me and said in Spanish "Good morning sit her at the first row." I sat there, and she explains to me what they were doing, I get along with her very fast. The bell rang and I go to my third period. The teachers told me to sit with a group of students that speak Spanish, so they can help me, but they were telling me " you are very stupid." Then they stole my pencil, ripped the sheet out of my notebook, and they wrote in my notebook this " Go where you came from, we do not want you here!. Then I went to the bathroom to cry, and they chased me there and pushed and telling me a that I am a crybaby.
After that class, I went to my math class to left my backpack and go to eat at the cafeteria, but I was not hungry, so I sat at a table in the last row. I began to think "If I continue to be sad I'm going to get sick" I start thinking how I will be smart, I start to organize. First I will put a lot of attention in the English class and practice what the teacher says and read books. I thought too "If they push me one more time I will tell to the teacher because I am a human, not an animal." The bell rang, and we went back to the classroom. Well, math was a little easy for me because all was about numbers. After two months I start to understand English, now life was easy for me.
In conclusion, after nine months I learned to speak and write English. I start helping some students that they don't know English
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Thanh Tran
ENG 111–117
September 13th 2017
Dervin
My First Day at School
At the end of the fall when I see leaves turn yellow or red then fall from trees, I feel excited to remember about the unforgettable back–to–school day. That pure feeling of this memory bloomed in my heart like pretty flowers in the autumn sky. I have never written that idea on paper because I did not know how to write at that time, but whenever I saw young children beginning the school days, I feel incredibly enthusiastic. Although I have grown up and have experienced a great number of school days, I cannot forget the feeling of the first day of primary school, which left several great influences on my life.
Back in the year of 2002, I cannot remember the exact date, but it was an extremely nice day. I have been in flutter of excitement for a week, so I could not fall asleep early the night before. That day, I got up at 6 o'clock and the combination of coffee and my favorite food "Pho" smelled freshly delicious. After changing clothes and packing my bag, I left the house while my dog was barking loudly. My mother held my hand as we walked on the long narrow road in my peaceful neighborhood. Some pleasant breezes were blowing and the sun was shining in the clear blue sky. A blaze of colorful flowers along the sidewalk and some funny sounds from the singing birds made my day brighten. I had wandered on this road for a long time, but it seemed totally strange for me at that moment, maybe something was
The first day of school has the major influence on the way an individual will eventually turn out in the future. Many actions have occurred in my life long ago; some fail to recall, and some I still clearly remember. I was going into my first school in America. I had moved from Kenya a long distance from the USA in order to link with my family, who had been here for almost 4 years, expecting America would help my future. My father told me It would be better if I go to school here, so I registered in the local high school in my city. I was frightened how I would do in school as I have never been to school in the US before. First, I met new people with different cultures; second it was a whole new experience for me in which success depended on me, and third it was the first day that I went to school in the US. Finally, I won't forget it very easily because lots of things were accomplished in my first day at school.
On the first day, I went to my following period after I had missed my first period because I came to school late and also I was looking for my first period class. I was already confused because in Kenya the teachers shift according to periods although most of the students have the same periods. In Kenya you stay in one classroom, and the teacher will come to you in the class; They do not have special classrooms. With nervousness on one hand and fear on the other, I reached for the door handle of my second class, opening it bit by bit. As I have entered the Get
On my first day of middle school I ecstatically jumped out of my bed as my alarm blared in my ears. I put on my clothes I set out the day prior and ran downstairs to get my things for school. I remember being so excited I was completely ready for school half an hour before I needed to be. It all fell apart as I got to the bus. I suddenly became really nervous and was happy to have one of my best friends, Jasmine at the bus stop with me. Once we got to school, I opened my locker (after a few attempts I might add.) and put everything but my binder inside. Surprisingly, Jasmine had the locker one over but below mine. I had put my schedule in the glossy front of my binder. I checked for my first class (reading and writing) and the room number and walked down the hall. Once I got to the class I went to find my seat. It was easy because the teacher had put the seating chart on the board through the document camera. I found my seat and sat down putting my large and empty binder on the desk in front of me. I was completely clueless there was a morning time where students could go hangout with friends and go to classrooms to finish missing assignments and eat breakfast at school. So I sat there almost a full half hour doing nothing. Well, almost nothing. I had a friend who was sitting next to me who also didn't know the mourning period. She was different though, we were almost related once. After first and second period there was my math class. And math classes in the sixth
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The alarm clock buzzed loudly beside my ear. Feeling like a gong that was being hit repeatedly was placed right beside my head. I sluggishly pulled myself out of my bed and dragged myself to my closet. The words, first day of school moaned ghastly in my head. Summer was uneventful and school was just going to be hell. I picked out an old, worn out flannel and a pair of jeans to wear. Not rushing at all, I struggled to put the raggedy clothes on. They smelt like horrendous lies and rumors. Exactly what this state and my school are built on. The kitchen was empty, signaling that I was the only one awake. I looked in the fridge for breakfast, and found one egg and 6 mini sausages left. After staring at the almost empty fridge, I kept a...show more content...
I ignore the fact that my beast of a brother just stole some of the only edible food in the house, and decide to finish whatever else it is that needs to get done before school. After I take out the trash and get the mail Dad is awake, getting ready for his job at a Dollar General close by. We share our good mornings and then he asks the question I hoped would never come up.
"How are going to get to school this morning?" Acknowledging that David has already left. I blank, and my face turns pale. There's no way I'm riding the bus. Not with that... thing could possibly be on it. Dad looks at me intently, noticing that Ilook a bit grim, he offers a ride. "No Dad, you need to get to work. I'll just hold you back."
"You sure? I don't mind."
"Yes, you should really get going... I'll think of something." I assure him, and with that he nods, smiles, and says goodbye. I decide I might as well leave too and I pick up my bag and just walk to school. The sun rise fills the sky with a beautiful orange and dark purple. I walk past a pool shack, a bank, a 7–11, a Hardees, a Vet Office, and soon enough crossing guards are letting me move across the busy road to walk the long sidewalk to Deep Creek High School. A school filled with endearing, beautiful, smart teenagers... Sike. This school is terrible and what's even worse is the people. They're all shallow rednecks and stupid, unsophisticated, trashy, teen girls. No one here is worth
While the change of integrating schools. R.V. Cassill wrote relating to his feelings during that time. The First Day of School was wrote by R.V. Cassill and he writes about an African American family that struggles with getting into an all white school. John Hawkins emotions were developed in R.V. Cassill's story that brought out the act of his family, school, and the fighting going on around him. John's family affects his emotions in the text. John's sister made him wonder why," Audrey's not even down yet." So, now he is questionable on why she is taking longer than normal. The other reason is that his mother is being very bold when she talks. He knows this because she said a lot of things in a stout tone. John also has a lot of emotions
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In this first unit of The First Days of School, Harry Wong presents three characteristics of an effective teacher. The three characteristics are: has good classroom management skills, teaches for mastery, and has positive expectations for student success. The effective teacher exhibits positive expectations for all students. Having positive expectations simply means that the teacher believes in the student and that the student can learn. Students will live up to the expectations you set, and to be effective– your expectations should be positive for all students. The effective teacher establishes good classroom management techniques. Classroom Management is practices and procedures that a teacher uses to maintain an environment in which...show more content...
It is important to find a mentor who is supportive. Being the new kid on the block it is imperative to work in a collegial manner with all your colleagues. I like the "beg, borrow, and steal!" concept because as new teachers there is no way to walk into a classroom fully equipped–therefore if you see a teacher doing something you resonate with steal it. In my personal opinion there are no original ideas in the universe–just original ways to implement an idea. Some of the networking tools that Wong discusses are joining a professional organization and/or subscribing to a professional publication, or joining a listserv on the Internet. I agree with Wong when he says that new teachers should do their job with the same enthusiasm that they would expect from their students. The one area where I would take issue with Mr. Wong is that learning should not be fun. I strongly disagree. The most powerful learning experiences of my childhood, and indeed my adult life, were captured and retained through the spirit of fun. I believe that there is a way to make learning fun and compel student's to want to learn. My heart breaks when I read lines like, "You go to school to work, study and produce." There is nothing compelling for student or teacher in that statement. School can be a place of wonder, amazement, delight, escape and yes–even fun! I agree that study and learning are the
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First Day of Secondary School – Original Writing I was so excited yet so terrified at the thought of my first day in secondary school. It felt much to me like my first day as an adult, the first day I ever felt grown up. As I packed my spanking new bag full of spanking new pens and pencils, I couldn't help but think would all the rumours about head flushing, bullying and heaps upon heaps of homework be true? I guess I was about to find out. Sporting my smart new navy blazer, white shirt and tie I slammed the door behind me and swiftly scurried to my friend Vicki's house. I knocked on the door and when it opened I could see that all my anticipation and excitement was being shared in Vicki's...show more content...
Everyone instantaneously sat down like a dog obeying its owner, as Mr King gave us the instructions for the day. After about fifteen minutes of worthless gibberish, we went on to our first lessons. The corridors were like a swarming maze. Everyone was crammed in, grabbing on to people's bags so they wouldn't be pushed over. Finally after taking a few wrong turnings we found the right class and sat in our friendship groups. This lesson was maths, and we watched one of those mind–numbing educational videos. Our teacher, Mrs Branfield had a strong Somerset accent, and was a nice teacher. She wasn't too strict but she had the class under control. I was good at maths back then, so it soon became one of my favourite subjects. I was entered into the Maths Challenge that year, and came out with a Bronze certificate, which was good for my year. Our first lesson sped past and we now were on the mission to find our next class. I was on my own now as no one I knew was in my D.T class. I asked the teacher where my next classroom was, and finally found it after following some kids I recognised from my last lesson. When I found the class I went and sat with a girl I didn't know. We were told the projects we'd be making that year which was a drawing board and an alarm, both of which didn't turn out too good. This lesson too sped past and next was my first recess. Recess was the chance
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