Personal Narrative Essay: My First Day Of High School

When coming to Arcadia High School I didn’t know what to feel like, would I say frightened, worried, or energized? For this reason I decided that I felt confused. I was a bit stressed at the thought of getting bad grades. I entered school and saw what looked like a beehive of people going where they needed to go. So like many freshmen on their first day I got lost looking for my first class, it was such a big school and many of the halls weren’t even in alphabetical order.

At 5:45 AM the alarm on my phone blared some generic default tone that I had never gotten around to changing. This was probably the earliest I’ve ever gotten up in my entire life. I groggily removed myself from the pile of blankets on the floor that I had been sleeping in and headed for the shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face and searched my near empty closet for something to wear on my first day of school. Although I was absolutely exhausted and there was yet to be any furniture in my room, I was thrilled to be transferring to Pattonville High School in midst of my junior year and living in a bigger house in a better community.

I woke up early and put on the clothes that I had laid out from the night before. I went to the kitchen grabbed a Poptart and headed out the door to find the bus coming up my street. Walking onto the bus gave me a whiff of Expo Markers and and an overload of Axe cologne that I’m guessing an awkward teenage boy showered in. I sat on the hard, poorly cushioned seat next to a small girl with pigtails and a Doc Mcstuffins backpack. Man, this is my first day of being in the Middle School; first day of sixth grade, I thought to myself.

The first day of school was right around the corner, not knowing

Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out.

Middle school is a time full of excitement and awkwardness. It is also a big change in our lives. Students get to have their first lockers, attend school dances, meet more peers who attended different elementary schools. My first year of middle school started out great; I made friends right away, and I was always on the honor roll list. I was happy and excited for the years to come.

In my life, I was witness a lot of events, scene, and moment happened to me. But, I never forgot the first day that I went to high school in America. I came to America in April 2011, but until Mid-August, I could go to school. That’s day, I cannot forgot it. It was such a terrible day.

“Bye Juju” I said “Bye Kayla have fun, make some friends” my uncle said. Okay “I’ll try” I said to myself while hoping off his truck. As I was walking through the gates to enter the High school I just remember saying to myself “wow this isn’t middle school no more”. While walking I saw people walking left to right going in numerous directions it quite overwhelmed me actually. It was strange for me because, I came from a private school that had only thirteen kids per class room, so all around there were only about one hundred thirty kids that attended that private school this was going to be a huge change for.

The first day of middle school for me was both terrifying and exciting. I made a lot of new friends within the year. I remember the first day very well. I had woke up at 5;30 a.m. I was extremely tired.

High school has impacted my life in so many ways. High School taught me so many things, from personal relationships to creating a relationship with my education. As a freshman, I made a huge amount of mistakes and I regret doing foolish things, but I’ve realized, I was only maturing into the young adult I am today. Freshman year, I was out of focus and I was only trying to find myself. I would also prioritize other things and ignore my parent’s advice, where they would tell me to focus in school and give it my full attention.

I remember my firs day of school. I was so frighten and sad that my mom had left me with complete strangers. I remember when I got to fly on an airplane and I was so amazed.

As we walk the halls, we discuss what life will be like in high school, where the rooms are, and the best parts of high school. With each passing step, the freshmen speed up as they become more and more comfortable with this new home away from home. It seems as though they have matured in the few minutes that I have spent

Since I did not have a single class with any of them, I was glad to finally be able to spend time with people I knew. We found a table next to a glazed white pillar in the cafeteria, put our backpacks down, and went to go buy lunch. Almost immediately, the cloud of loneliness following me around morphed into sunshine. As we waited in line in the crowded sandwich deli, we shared what was going on in each other’s divided high school worlds as others shoved past us to get food. After paying for our meals, we sat down at our table to eat.

The first half of this semester was swift and I can’t believe how fast it passed by. College is a whole new world for me that I had never imagined with a lot of new experiences that I hope will shift me into a better and smarter person. There are more things I can do in college that I would have never dared to do in high school and I am happy for these new freedoms. I am able to eat in class, leave class without asking and they don’t care if I pay attention or not. My high school teachers would always tell me to wait for the bell, sometimes would not let me leave and if I did not pay attention they would yell.

As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes on the first morning, I thought about how this was not only my first day in a new grade and a new school,