My first day of school was a mess. I woke up, got dressed, brushed my hair, ate breakfast and then brushed my teeth. I packed my bag and got ready to wait for the bus. I was so scared. I had so many thoughts running through my mind all at once. As I walked outside I saw the bus pulling on the end of street, my heart was racing. As the bus approached I stepped on and picked the closest empty seat available. The bus was quite yet at the same time I heard people talking. A few minutes later I just decided to look out the window instead of awkwardly staring down. We stopped at this older house but then there was a house a little farther back kind of behind trees and another house, two kids camewalking out from the front house and got on the...show more content...
I just walked around and sat on the slides. I didn't really know where we could go and didn't know what to play. Lunch time came around, I stood in the lunch line and then picked a table. I remember I sat there and ate, then after lunch we went back to the classroom in our lines. I was quite for the rest of the day. We packed our bags and I saw other kids just packing their homework but I packed everything as if I was starting the day all over again. After I packed my bag. The bell rang and the teacher walked us down the hallway. We got to the doors and I tried to look for my bus number, I couldn't find my bus. After a little bit of walking I found bus number "16." I walked on and sat in the closest seat possible but then the bus driver looks up and says "Can you move one seat back" so I did. Then that the girl that sat behind that morning sat next to me and said "Hi I'm Cydnee, what's your name" I was shocked she started to talk to me right away I said "Hi my name is Hannah." We became best friends after that. The whole bus ride home we laughed about how our laughs sounded different and then before we knew it, it was her turn to get off. Before she got off she turned and looked and said "You snort sometimes" and I started to laugh as she walked off. We got to my house, I walk off the bus and then run up to my house it feels good to be home. I go to my room sit my bag down grab my
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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,...show more content...
I loved doing this because I was able to write freely and let my mind run wild with imagination. I also enjoyed listening to my classmates stories as well. Specifically, I remember when my family went on a trip to New York to visit some of my family members and I was so excited to come back to school just so I could write about it and read my story to my class.
The second reason why I love to write is because writing is a great release. Although writing can be stressful especially for school, once I finish I feel relieved and proud of the work I had spent so much time and effort on creating. My freshman year in Mrs. Webbers honors english class I struggled to write an essay that was A worthy. I tried so hard to improve my writing, but no matter how hard I tried I could never reach her expectations. At that point I had made a promise to myself that I would receive an A on at least one of my essays by the end of the year. The end of the year approached quickly and we were assigned one last essay and I had yet to accomplish my promise to myself. I put the most time and effort on the last essay and I finally got the A I had worked towards all year. After that essay, I realized it wasn't about the grade I received but rather the feeling the A gave me. I was relieved and extremely happy that my hard work had finally paid off. The last reason why I love to write is because I learn something new each time I sit down to write an essay, a story, a poem etc. Get more content
The morning of my first day of school was warm and quiet...until I got to school. The day that my parents tried to send me to the vile place, known as Jasper Preschool, was a nightmare. My dad and I shared an unbreakable unity. I loved spending my care–free days with him. There was no way I wanted to be taken away from my loving family even seven gruesome hours. So, preschool didn't even stand a chance, in fact, I wasn't even there a week. My parents ended up waiting another year, where they put me into kindergarten with Ms. Hankins. She was nice, but she was nothing like Dad. School was horrible up until the third grade with Ms. Hudson, where I began to learn the true meaning of school. My parents attempted school again a year later; this time as a kindergartener. Ms. Hankins was a compassionate woman, and she made school barible. Kindergarten was an experience for me. They tried to move me to first grade, but the teacher was, and still to this day, the most horrible teacher I'd ever meet. I then finished first grade with Ms. Hankins. Second grade was alright, but once I was in third grade with Ms. Hudson was when I really realized what school could mean to me. On the first day of third grade, I immediately loved it because my teacher had an antique bathtub where all the kids could take turns reading.
In the third grade my parents also went through a divorce, and Ms. Hudson and I became really close. I learned so many lessons in her class; both educational and life
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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 the morning of September 1st, 2016, I woke up to my alarm excited and ready for my first day of school. I quickly got dressed and ran down the stairs to get some breakfast. I ate my breakfasts meal, and since there was time to kill before we were allowed to enter school, I pet my dogs and just layed down in my warm, soft blankets. I wish I could bring my dogs and my blankets to school with me, I thought to myself, but I know school is a time for learning, not for sleeping and relaxing. Once it was around 7:25 AM, my dad drove me to school. I met my friends in front of the school by the big tree in the front of the campus, and we talked about how weird it was going to be going to a whole new school with people we knew and people we didn't know. We also were talking about which teachers we thought we were going to get. We had many other discussions for the rest of the time we had to hang out together. but I can't remember what they were about.
Quite a few minutes later,the bell that signaled that we could enter school rang, and we all scrambled inside to get in line to get our schedules. I got in line, and waited until I got to the front. Once I did, I said my first and last name to the person and they gave me my schedule. I looked it over, and ran to find my friends so I could see if I had any classes with them. I had some of my them in my classes, but not many. For the remainder of the morning we had to hang out, I wandered around the school, checking things
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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
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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My time at Life School was very eventful, and I will remember them for the rest of my life. My first day at life school was very eventful though i made a name for myself. I started at Life School Lancaster in the third grade, and i came about a month after school started because i transferred from a different school. I got into trouble and they gave me a tally which is just something to show you did something they didn't like. At first i thought i was getting kicked out, but through time i learned it wasn't. In elementary school I wasn't the best kid and i had a couple of friends at the time, some of which i still am friends with now. At the end of my elementary school I became a bit of antisocial due to bullying.
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I didn't know what he meant until later though. He later told me to start going to training camps and combines, and for some reason i went, and he would always boast about me to his friends. He was like second dad, and i could tell he cared about me, so i started doing good and he is what made me into what I am today.
Sophomore year came faster than expected, i had done summer football camp and i was feeling better than ever. I started on varsity my first year coming in. I was taught to never give up, even though he would still yell up a storm at me. I made a lot of friends my sophomore year, and started to become friends with people who didn't have any because I knew how it felt to not have any. I had some sort of depression that year, and i prayed for it to go away, but instead i grew to force it to go away. This same year me and my friends formed a group called the squad, and my circle grew even more. I started to attend parties and gained popularity with everyone, but i was just glad to have friends.
My junior and senior year were hard years because my classes were hard, but i got through it. I became one of the team captains in football we did pretty good these years and i eventually won lineman of the year for the school. My relationships with my friends became good I can honestly call them the brothers and sisters. I was stressed out these years because i was trying really hard to get into college, and at one of the last Get
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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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
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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Emily's First Day of School
7:00 a.m. I wake up to the sound of my phone screaming in my ear. My mom is also yelling "Emily, turn that alarm off! Some of us are trying to sleep!" Today is the first day of school so my friends are all texting me. As I walk to the bathroom, I grab a skirt and a top that I hung up last night. My friends and I decided that we should all wear skirts on the first day of school. As I finish getting ready I grab my phone to look at the time. The time is 8:15, so I run downstairs and find that my family has already cleaned up breakfast, but as usual my mom has left me a waffle to grab as I run out the door. I arrive to school just in time to find my friends are beginning to walk inside. But just as I spot them I realize that I am not wearing the right outfit. While I was getting ready they decided to wear dresses. I search my purse for my phone and it is nowhere to be found. This is beginning to be a bad day. My friends all walk over to my car, but I don't want to face them. This same thing happened to another girl that is in the group last year. We had decided to wear jeans, but then switched to jeanshorts because it was really hot out. We all didn't talk to her until her mom brought her jean shorts. I decide its best if I just drive home and grab a dress and my phone and be a little late to school. So as I pull out I yell to thaem that I'll be back soon. As I drive home I'm thinking about which dress to wear. As I pull into my driveway I've
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
I transferred into an all girls catholic school junior year, and it was and it was the most awful experiences to date. The only good part about attending the school was that it helped me recognize that I had severe anxiety, other then that there is nothing that I took out of going to school there.
My first day, I will never forget, I was handed a schedule with rooms, a rule book, and told my uniform was already not appropriate. I wasn't able to start class until someone dropped off socks that were the appropriate length, I had to wait in the Deans office until my Aunt ran to the store, and back to the school to drop them off. By the time I was approved to go to classes I had already missed my first two classes. I was sent off to find my next class all alone, the school was huge, with a lot of twists and turns, I remember walking through the crowds of girls passing me by feeling as if the room was spinning, we only had 4 minutes in between classes to get to our lockers, and to the next class. Finally the bell rang and there was no one left in the halls, but me. I found my class only to be 20 minutes late. I walked in wanting to cry with my face bright red, there were about 25 girls just staring at me. The class was my first ever french class, the teacher turned to me and said "class this is so–and–so she decided to start in the middle of our semester, she will have to catch up quickly" then she said to me "Please recite the Lord's prayer in french"... I just starred at her Get
My foggy brain suddenly wakes from slumber realizing that I'm late for school. My alarm never went off. I forgot to plug in my phone oh my God I'm so stupid! I get up to shower grabbing a fluffy towel, one for my body one for my hair. As I get ready I decide what to wear. Should I wear this Victoria secret pink sweater with leggings and UGGs or skip the UGGs and wear my vans oh! maybe I'll wear my Jordans. eventually I decided on the UGGs even though it's warm out I want to look cute.
I finally arrive at school I missed first period but I wanted Starbucks so it was worth it, who could pass up a double shot triple mint chocolate frappe. I open the classroom door to see my history teacher looking at me, have a have a seat he says as I walk into the class alley. I'm sit in my chair and pull out my work this class is so boring I wish we didn't have to take it. I pull my phone out and text my best friend "did you see what Jessica was wearing today?" I giggle a little and typed "yeah she probably shops at Goodwill and doesn't even have style you will never see me and hand–me–down clothes all my clothes are from the mall my mom always tells me there are better places but I say no way". The bell rings and it's finally lunch. I meet up with my best friend who's looking for me frantically "what's up girl?" "oh my God you won't believe what my dad just told me, Rosie is on vacation and that means I have to fold and do my own laundry I don't even know how to use the washing machine"
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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 excitement, the adrenaline is almost too much for a four–year–old to handle the very first day of school. The day in which they will step into a classroom for the very first time. The first day is where everyone can meet their friends and socialize. Unfortunately, for me, I was not a social bird. I knew the first day of class was going to be dreadful; therefore, I did what any patriot would have done during the 1760s, I protested. Angrily I hid under my bed at 6 am in the morning, I was not going to school. After I was found by my mom, I was stripped down from my clothes and put into the depressing clothes of what is known as a school uniform: solid white collar shirt with a dark navy skirt and hideous strap on, black toddler shoes. I was miserable, I wanted to cry, but I was not the emotional type of kid. No, instead I was the I–will–protest–until–I–get–want–I–want–and–if–not–I–will–scream type of kid. My mom, knowing I would scream, was careless of my behavior, she didn't care that I was screaming, yelling, threatening to call the police for the injustice being made, I did not deserve to go to school, but she did not care. I was going to school on the first day because it was my mom's orders. My parents drove to school on the very first day. They were irritated with my behavior, but being the optimistic adults they are, they simply smiled and ignored me. Fortunately, for me, I had a great imagination, it was limitless. Every neuron in my brain was transmitting signals at the top speed of 268 miles per hour. I knew we were near the school because of the traffic and the happy students walking to school, thus I had less than five minutes to come up with a plan to escape my future. Could I jump off the car? Maybe I'll say I am not feeling well? Or when we arrive, I can run as fast as I can. Too late. It was time, I was unable to solve the arduous conundrum. In all the four years of my life, I had never experienced such defeat. I had been able to stack up books, chairs, and pillows to reach the top chain of the door and escape the house to feel a cool breeze on my face. I had been able to add up two plus two. I was even able to dance while I was helping my mom do the chores. As I step down from the car, I
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BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! My digital clock struck 7:00, my light turned on, and I got ready. "Oh, it's my first day of second grade," I remembered while putting on my hat. The sun was shining through my bedroom window, lighting up the corners of the room. This is 2011 in September and I was ready for my first day of second grade. I walked out of my room, seeing my entire family arisen from their peaceful slumber. I sat down at the table, pouring in a bowl of Kix and scarfing them down like I haven't eaten in days. Once everyone was done getting ready for school, my mom driven me, Caiden, Aaron, and Moriah to school. I was back at Barker Elementary as a second grader. I couldn't wait to see my new classroom. I arrived to school at 8:15, class...show more content...
I thought that third time's the charm. I saw people playing hand ball. I thought that I'd be good at this. Waited in line until it was my turn. I served the ball. I threw it. My opponent countered with his hit. I tried to hit it, but my swing missed. The ball bounced twice. I was out. I have no activity, with no friends, and no new life. After the end of recess and another session of S.C.H.O.O.L. (Six Cruel Hours Of Our Lives), It was time for lunch. I brung a corn dog, a Wild Cherry Capri–Sun, applesauce, and 2 Oreos. I sat at where all the other 2nd graders were (that was when I noticed that each grade has their own assigned seating). I was quiet when I got to the table to sit down. I was a little shy due to my weak ability of playing with physical contact. I heard other second graders talking to each other about things that they liked. I didn't bother, I stayed quiet while eating my food for the rest of the time during lunch. Once school ended, I waited in car line for my mom to pick me up. I was picked up from a white prius. I was heading home. "So, how was your first day of school, "my mom asked. I was still quiet like a toy with no squeaker. Once I got home I went to my room and got on my tablet, which was on my night stand charging. I unplugged it and played Angry Birds. When it was 5:00, it was time to got to my grandparents' church. Once we got to MEFC (Mission Ebenezer Family Church), I asked my grandmother a question, "What do I if I don't
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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
My first day at school
My first day at school was a new adventure for me. I had to wear a school uniform: a blue dress and handmade leather sandals. Having run around all but naked for the first eight years of my life, it was very exciting. At school we learnt about Australian culture and itssocial classes as well as social classes worldwide. Throughout my studies I learnt that Australia wasn't a classless society. The class to which a person belonged determined how they were treated and we learnt through two particular films:' Educating Rita' (Willy Russell, 1983) and 'My Fair Lady' (Bernard Shaw, 1964) that it is indeed possible to break the mould and change where you end up in life. Rita is a twenty–six year old hairdresser from...show more content...
Frank has a good job, owns a grand house and hosts impressive, sophisticated parties. He speaks in a very intellectual manner: ?I am afraid, Rita, that you will find that there is much less to me than meets the eye.? To which Rita replies: ?See, y' can say dead clever things like that, can't y? I wish I could talk like that. It's brilliant.?
Through Frank and Trish the film is putting forward an assumption about theupper class which is that they lead very pretentious lives, a façade that masks a saddening and deep emptiness. This is further accentuated when Trish attempts suicide and says ?When I listen to poetry and music, then I can live?.the rest of the time it?s just me, and that?s not enough.?
Also, the film is putting across an assumption about the lower class which is that it takes little to make them happy. This is further emphasized when Rita exclaims,? You think because you pass a pub door and you hear us all singing we?re okay, that we?re surviving with the spirit intact?
Another very noticeable assumption that the film is putting across is the differentiation of morals and values of the lower and upper classes. The upper class is illustrated as having very questionable morals and ethics, and this is best understood through Frank, Frank?s partner Julia and her lover. Even though Julia is in a relationship with Frank, she blatantly cheats on him with one of his collogues. Also, Rita further explores this concept when she says, ?oh yeah,