My School Days Essay

It had been raining all morning and I was running around to get ready for school and my dad was in the other room, packing his bags for Goa. My mother was going to drop him off at the airport on her way to work. Protected by my raincoat and armed with my umbrella, I set off for school. There weren't a lot of people at school, so we didn't do too much work. A few periods into the school day and there was an announcement on the intercom, declaring it a half day. We were too excited to listen to the reason behind the half day. We quickly gathered together our pencils, erasers, notebooks and our snack boxes and shoved them haphazardly into our bags. we were handed over by our class teacher to our respective guardians. My maid was waiting outside…

“Wake up,” my mom said. Then she politely tapped my shoulder. It was 6:00 am, and it would be my first day of middle school in the United States. Months before my dad had taken us from Mexico to Paramount a small city in Los Angeles County “I don’t want to go” I said to my mom,” you have to go that’s why we came here for.” That morning I was scare of staring school in a new country, with people speaking a different language that I did not even know a word of. After waking up my mom, I…

realization that one day I was going to have to contribute to the advancement of human society. I always believed that I could continue to live a life where I was dependent of every basic need from my parents and not have to worry about the problems they dealt with. However, the first day of high school changed all of this for me. The moment I walked into the high school on the first day of my freshman year the atmosphere that surrounded me was far different than the ones I had previously…

It was my 5th-grade year at Maury Elementary School and I was humiliated on the first day of school by my peers after having to read in front of the class. I felt sad and depress about life because the basic English skills I lacked do to the disability I had. Until my teacher Mr. Johnson encourage me to overcome my disability by, working hard and never quit. Which help me with my success today in college. It was the first day of my 5th-grade year and I was unhappy that my summer was cut short…

was my first year associating with the sport field, I had move from California to Oklahoma. This was an enormous diversification, the countryside was peculiar to what North Hollywood California was. All in all it was more greener, smaller and I perceived that Durant Oklahoma was monumental on the cattle occupation. My first day of school was intimidating because I didn’t know anyone. I went to the office with my parents and I met Mr. Lowry, he helped me choose my classes, by explaining what each…

the old, nostalgic building that I had called my school for most of my life; each step took me farther from the familiar, constant life I once had. I clearly recall that emotional day that caused several of my classmates along with myself great trouble; it was likely one the most momentous moments of my life. The other students had lightheartedly poured out of the school building to jump start their summer, their unavoidable return in the following months seeming distant to them. Unlike them, I…

I grew up here I grew up in Rahway, New Jersey with my mother, step-father and a little annoying brother that I loved. We lived in a two bedroom apartment, in a peaceful neighborhood. Well until my step-father got drunk and started fighting with the neighbors. My little brother and I shared a room, our room was white at first, then we painted it blue and red, finally we decided to paint it blue and black. At the time I was eight and he was three. His side of the room was always a mess. He had…

School was never interesting enough to keep me in check. Children are supposed to have fun after all, and schools never offered fun ways to learn. In return, I didn’t offer my attention. I just had to be one of the few people in my class that always spoke back to the teachers, always tried to stir a little bit of trouble without causing harm to any person, and was always just a tad bit too comical at all the wrong times. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, it is how I had to attend the…

When I began sixth grade it was a much different year than I thought it would be. My mind changed because of my first day of school, all of the great classes, and all the fun events. Martha Brown can still be a bad school sometimes with important objects breaking and storms delaying fun trips. Now I still think Martha Brown is a great school with amazing teachers, classes ,and other facilities. My first day of school was kind of scary there were tons of myths of mean bullies,bad lunches and…

“Today is my first day at this school,” I said, as I co-taught with another teacher. She stood next to me, and she hit me with BREAKING NEWS: “Look at the number of teachers who are on Leave at this school.” Then she proclaimed that I was in The Worst School in the County. The bomb-shell explosion of her troubling report began when I signed on to a new school’s district. On Day 1, I had been instructed to take the place of Ms. Lindell, a math teacher. She also had a teacher who co-taught…