At the age of six, my life took an unexpected turn when my parents migrated to the United States and I was forced to adapt to a new culture. At the time, I had no idea this drastic event would ultimately benefit and shape who I am today. I believed this would ruin my self confidence and progress in my education. I constantly battled to lose the label of the new, shy girl in class who blushed whenever she was called on. New situations constantly arose helping me learn about myself in the process. This drastic move taught me many lessons and allowed me to grow as a person.…
Today is perhaps one of the most important days of my life. It is the day I take my placement exam that determines which major you will be put into at the higher learning institution. Shakily I finish getting dressed for the day, I am adorned in a pair of navy pants and a grey button up with the number 84 on the cuff. Each year the society gives a number to every child born. I was the 84th child of the year so that is the number I was assigned, many of my other classmates have number ranging from 20 to over 200. I slip out of my room and jog to the end of my hall barely catching the last lift to the 97th floor where the test is administered. Not everyone gets invited to secondary school, for 75% of the world primary is the end, they didn’t pass, and would be taught trade jobs with little opportunity for advancement. Due to this pressure of the test looms over me and the memory of leaving my mother and family take over my mind almost daily.…
As I entered first grade in Religious Education, the smile on her face told me that this was going to be fun and exciting. The teacher seemed happy and comfortable to have me as her student. All of the other kids came in, introducing ourselves to the teacher and talking about our summer. The room was small, but was enough for her to teach. The first day of school began and ended with a treat she brought for us. Since the start, I knew that I would get along with her just fine…
By Friday of that week we were moved into a small apartment in Oak Grove and starting at Sacred Heart on Monday. I hadn’t eaten since Wednesday from all the stress and tears that I couldn’t make go away no matter what I tried. My first day was all a blur, I rarely ate anymore, attempting to fix what I thought was “wrong with me”. Sixth grade was over and I made some nice friends and thankfully the bullying and name calling stopped but the piercing thoughts stayed with me.…
As I step off the yellow school bus, I looked up at the big, brown brick elementary school. Kids were everywhere. I was excited. The night before, I could hardly sleep. I kept getting up every five minute, afraid I might oversleep. I felt like the big man on campus, but in reality, I was the little man on campus. I was about six years old and so tiny among the older children. I was taken to the cafeteria, where all the kids were to find their teachers and walk to their homerooms as a class. I found my teacher. She was a middle-aged Caucasian woman with blonde hair. Her name was Ms. Bishop. She was nice. The bell rung and we walked in a single file line to our classroom for the next couple months.…
After less than one hour i was put in a class. I noticed that my new teacher did not speak or understand spanish. I remember sitting in the middle row of the classroom and the teacher talking to everyone but it sounded like gibberish to me. At that moment i felt like an outsider, like i wasn't supposed to be there.…
New to the district and to my elementary school, I shuffled my way to class with my eyes fixated on the floor below me. My father held my hand and as we reached my first grade classroom, he gave it a little squeeze. I had told my dad…
After a few weeks into the school year, I was flying high. I had great friends and I could not ask for more. Coming to school did not seem like a chore anymore, suddenly waking up at 6:30 did not matter. Smiles were always pasted on my face, especially while I was with my friends. Each day was a new adventure that I could not wait to tackle, until the incidences began to happen.…
What did you remember about the first day of middle school, was it getting ready, lunch, switching classes? What did you like on your first day of middle school? So now I’m going to tell you what you should do to get ready for the first day of school. All you have to do is go to the Open House to get familiar with your surroundings, go buy supplies for school, and create a good schedule. If you follow these simple steps you’ll be on the right path to a good school year.…
In 2008, I entered this school as sixth grader where I learned that there wasn’t a big difference except it was bigger than my elementary school. Then in 7th grade, I learned how there was going to be slight change when I go to eighth grade and everything is going to change because the teachers had to prepare us for high school. Which depend on our future if do good or bad because that was going to make a big difference in our life. Finally now I stand here at my eighth grade graduation where everything is about to change. Where I am here waiting here with my fellow classmates and my mentors who had helped me to get to here, by putting all these different challenges in front of us so today they could see us getting our…
School has always been a favorite of mine. Some people might think that it’s like a prison, but to me it’s a chance to work hard and have fun with my friends. Since first grade with Mrs. Sutherland to eighth grade with Mrs. Orlikowski I have always strived to be better in class or do the best that I can. Throughout the years there have been a lot of experiences in school that have affected my life.…
The alarm clock went “ding….ding… ding.” I woke pretending I couldn’t hear it, because I didn’t want to get up. My mom was yelling at my sister and me, “Get up girls it’s time to go school.” I didn’t understand why she was so excited. I miserably dragged myself out of bed; I just wanted to crawl and hide and the blanket. It was a cold day in March 1999, I was fourteen years old, and it was my first day of school in America.…
I walked with one of my other close friends to my fifth-period class, language arts- my favorite. Upon entering the classroom, I immediately recognized the teacher. She had been my favorite on shadow day. She went on to teach us, or rather just talk to us about herself and what our year would look like. Her humorous and friendly persona calmed and reassured me. It pulled me away from the first-impression mindset and helped me realize how important it was just to ¨enjoy the moment¨ and to just be myself, like she was doing in that moment. I was ready to finish the day strong.…
The summer was coming to an end, and I was dreading what was coming next, my freshman year! Questions were circling through my brain as as I had a tiny freak out, What do I need? Or What outfit should I wear? While my mother tried to comfort me, I dismissed all help. Throughout the summer I knew this day was coming where I would have to start fresh in a new school not knowing many people at all.…
On the first day of school, my mom woke me up by turning on my light and said “first day of school! Wake up! I then went downstairs and quickly ate breakfast. Then I raced upstairs to my room to get dressed, followed by brushing my teeth. All I could think about was that it's my first day of middle school. The more and more I thought about it, the more butterflies I could feel in my stomach. Before I left, I brushed my dark, straightened hair, and said “bye mom, love you.”…