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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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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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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I went to St. Michael School from Kindergarten through Eighth grade‚ so when it came time to leave for high school‚ I was not excited for the change. St. Michael was especially small in regards to student population. We had just under three hundred students split between all nine grades. That left roughly twenty to thirty kids per class. I was extremely used too this small environment and not exactly looking forward to the terrors of high school towering over me nor the thought of being lost in the
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future of not only the rest of my high school career‚ but my entire life‚ I continue to feel a longing for my old school. I wish for my old friends who I know will recognize me and jump to greet me; my old routine that I grew so accustomed to. But none of that matters now. All that matters is that I currently feel like a “nobody” and I’m certain that is all that I’ll feel for the next two agonizing years of my life. Is it just my imagination‚ my insecurities flooding my brain‚ or is everyone staring
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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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One fall‚ in Alaska‚ four friends were preparing for their first day of school at Washington Middle School. Elated‚ they were packing their book bags and talking about their first day at middle school. The four friends were Billy‚ Bob‚ Jeff‚ and Tim. They have been everlasting friends since any of them could remember. They were talking about how they could impress everyone in Mrs. Kinley’s first hour class. Mrs. Jefferson‚ Billy’s mother‚ met with Mr. Brooks‚ the principle‚ Mr. Montana‚ the janitor
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The day had finally come. And this day was the first day of senior year and maddie was waiting for this day her entire life. It was the first day and maddie had noticed that there was a new student in her AP bio class. And boy‚ oh boy did she have the hot’s for him. She went up to him and introduced herself. “Hey im madison but people call me maddie” “i’m marcus‚” “are you new? Cause you look new..” “yeah i’m new” he says with a laugh. “Well welcome to palumbo”. Maddie could not stop thinking
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beeping of my alarm clock sounded like a countdown. The first day of high school was only two hours away. I was excited‚ but a lot more nervous. I got out of bed‚ got ready‚ and then was on my way to the bus stop. All I could think of are the stories I heard about CIS being so horrible with all the strict teachers‚ the really hard tests‚ and of course being new doesn’t help either. Everyone feels very anxious and at the same time nervous about their first day of school. The ride to the school was only
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Pg.1 The First Day The story is narrated by an adult female who tells the story of her first day of school‚ when she was still very young and unfortunately‚ throughout the years‚ has become ashamed of her mother. The question is: does her first day occur “long before” she “learned to be ashamed” of her mother? Or is she learning to be ashamed before the story ends? In order to give an answer we must first understand what is the narrator ashamed of. The set-up for the beginning of the story
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