My Last Day At School The twelfth of February 1960‚ was my last day at school. I was full of mingled feelings of joy and sorrow. I was happy at the idea of freedom and preparatory holidays for full one month. I was sad at the thought of parting from my teachers‚ friends and Alma Mater. We were asked to come to school at 2 p.m. on that day. All the students of the 10th class were well-dressed. Everybody appeared at his best. First of all‚ we were photographed. Then we had a sumptuous feast
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I was so happy that we had a five day weekend‚ this week. I don’t know why I felt like this week went by slow. We got our first progress reports on Wednesday and I wasn’t extremely happy with my grades. Upperclassmen would always tell us that senior year would be the most relaxed year of our four high school years‚ but honestly it does not seem like it. It’s not that the subjects that are hard‚ its keeping up with every class and the assignments. The thing that i am stressed about is processing all
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Short Essay on My Last Day at School By Ankita on August 21‚ 2011 in How to Write Essay Tears trickle down my cheeks as I remember my last day in my school. It was the day of parting and parting in life is painful. It was the last chapter of the glorious book of my student life. I had been a student in my school for ten years. It was a golden period of my life. But the golden period passed away like a happy dream. The 15th of February‚ 1964‚ was my last day at school. It was a day of mixed joy
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First Day I had just graduated high school about two months ago just starting my first semester in college. It was a summer semester and I started off taking three classes. This was all new to me my parents were no longer taking me and picking me up form school anymore. I would walk in the blaring Miami heat to the FIU engineering center then from there take the bus to the main campus. This was a special semester where I took all three classes with the same people who were all studying to
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nervous butterflies in my stomach. Today was mine and Cassie’s first day at the Jefferson Davis School‚ a former whites-only school‚ who wanted us to join. No one really knows why‚ but Mama agreed. Mama came into my room to get me out of bed‚ then to Cassie’s. Both of us were extremely anxious and did not want to go‚ but Mama did not want to hear it‚ so we kept quiet and obeyed. After dressing up in our nice clothes and eating a good breakfast‚ we ran to ride the bus for the very first time. Cassie and
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First Day at School in a New Country My family moved to the United States when I was fourteen‚ and I learned I would be going to a new school just two days after we had entered the country and I wasn’t assimilated to the culture or the language. Even though I took lots of English lessons when I was in China‚ when I learned I would not be attending a bilingual school like the other new immigrants‚ I was extremely apprehensive. My first day of school in a new country was extremely nervous
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My bag swings on my shoulder as I run towards the school doors‚ attempting not to be noticed. Pretending not to care as people fall silent while I run past‚ my auburn hair flowing in the wind behind me. “Hey!” “Jasmine!” “What went down last night?” “I heard that the police came to your house.” I listen to the miscellaneous shouts of the crowd as my heartbeat slows like a bass drum in a ballad. Someone takes hold of my hand and pulls me to face them. It’s Maya‚ quite literally
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Dear Juniper‚ Juniper‚ today was my/our first day of high school. Sorry‚ it’s going to be a little confusing remembering that you are me too. I am absolutely positive that four years from now‚ when I am a senior‚ I will not remember anything about the details of my first day‚ other than that I survived intact. So‚ I’m writing this letter to you now. Well‚ also this is my first English assignment‚ and I should probably finish my first assignment. People are repetitively asking me if I
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Kenya Quezaire My First Day at Vincent H.S It was an early September morning and I was on my way to my bus stop to begin my first day at Vincent High School. I show no fear on my face but in the inside I was terrified. My bus arrives at 7:45 and as I waited on the block of 14th Walnut waiting for my bus to come more kids started to come stand on the bus stop with me so I didn’t feel along and more. When my bus finally pulls up to my stop I step on to the Joy Farm bus and I was looking to
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on the part of every student to remember the first day at school. It gave me a terrible feeling of fear and anxiety as I went to school with my father. It was my mother who first thought of sending me to school. Of course I was of the school going age. When my mother expressed it I thought that she was a heartless woman. My mind was disturbed at first. Although I had heard about school‚ I had not visited it earlier. My father took me to school which was an unknown place for me. Teachers and
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