direct, brutally honest and usually sounds nicer in their heads, but at least they mean well. Monday was my first day at school, and man did it feel like I was an international celebrity. Photo after photo after photo after photo… Handshake after Handshake after Handshake. A tiring day would be an understatement, but an exciting day it was. I rode to school in the morning with Encik Asik (my AFS coordinated teacher/counselor) and the second I walked onto campus I was bombarded with smiles, glares
"knock...knock" you barely heard and the door open slowly "__~chan, wake up , its 6:30 already" soft voice say while lifting the blanket..." Its your first day at school remember" she continue.. You slowly rolled to other side and slip on your slippers "whats for breakfast?" you ask while stretching my arms above my head "go down its ready" while she starting to push me outside the bedroom and guide me down to dinning table and guide me to sit "Ohayo!" You said to you grandparent in table and uncle
August 17th 2014, my first day at high school. Nerve wracking to say the least. I knew my aim for school which was to get good grades then hurry up and move onto University, it’s easier said than done but I had faith in my abilities. At the time, my family and I had a strong relationship as I always told them the truth as I had nothing to hide from them. After 1 good result, I made it into the top maths class however my friend didn’t quite reach the same level as me which led me to making fun of
face on my first day at an American middle school. It was in late August of 2013, that day I woke up to my radio alarm at seven in the morning. I was not used to waking up that early, but the sunshine and chirping of birds made me feel positive about the coming day. I brushed my teeth and put on black dress pants and a white blouse, common school attire for Russian students. As my aunt came over to drive me and my cousin to school that morning, I checked myself in the mirror, grabbed my school bag packed
is being accepted to my high school because since it’s an early college high school where you can do your high school diploma plus your associates degree at the same time which saves time and money. Well it started like this in middle school our teachers encourage us to apply for Thelma R. Salinas Science Technology Engineering and Mathematics Early College High School aka (S.T.E.M. E.C.H.S.) which was for students that were interested on the subjects of the name of the school or to apply to Jimmy
When I first arrived to Euclid High School in 2012, it was like a completely new world to me. Seeing a vast number of students inside one building, the maturity of all the upperclassmen, and the way people carried themselves. I had quite a few friends, but I tried hard to fit in. Now as a senior, I am almost fully matured and on my own path with my studies and originality. I had to find my sense of originality and stop trying to copy others overtime. In my freshman year of high school in 2012
My journey at metrowest My story begins at north high school. I went to north my first two years of high school. I had a bad experience at north. I got into the wrong crowd right off the bat. I passed only about half of my classes first semester freshman year. Second semester i met my demon. I met a boy that was a demon. He made me think that he loved me but he didn’t. He used me like his bully doll, he mentally and sometimes physically abused me. He broke me down to my lowest point in life, i
My Baby Ducky It was a warm, sunny day in August. I was at my grandparents’ house. It had been three weeks without a toy to play with, but my birthday was just a days away. It would be my first birthday in Missouri. With my birthday coming up, I had to go to a school at new school with four and five year olds. I was so excited because being at school meant toys and kids to play with. I had fun for the first day of school. A few days after being in school, it was my birthday. I got
the mornings, but this particular day was different. The skies were sunny, the birds were chirping, and I was excited. Usually on any other day my mom has to wake me up in the morning, she does a series of pounding on the door and yelling of my name. Most of the times that did not work, and she would have to physically pull me out of my bed. On this fine August morning that was not the case I was the first one awake in my household. It was my first day of first grade and I prepared myself the night
It is quite typical to walk into a high school cafeteria and see jocks sitting at one table, ‘nerds’ at another, and the popular kids all crowded up in their little group probably discussing the latest gossip. When it comes to Booker T. Washington High School, none of that exists. BTW is such a unique school and I was very grateful to be a part of it. You walk in the doors and it’s as if you get an instant feeling of family. There are short people with tall people, mixtures of ethnicity, blue-haired