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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Shaneqwa L. Morton Mrs. Debra Ashley English 032 October 18‚ 2011 My First Day at High School Did you have an exciting day on your first day of high school or was it the worst? My first day was exciting and bad. I was so glad to be out of middle school and on to the next level. My best friend and I always talked about when we get to high school we were gone do this and that. We just couldn’t wait. We even rode to school together to make sure we wouldn’t get lost. Plus we were always together
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United States‚ I began to attend North Penn High School on Dec. 6‚ 2000. It was a day that I will never forget. My first day in a foreign school was a especially hard for me. During my first day in a new school‚ I felt nervous‚ lonely‚ and sad. First‚ I was very nervous because my school was huge. There were around three thousand students who were studying in the school; furthermore‚ there were around three hundred staff members in the school. My class schedule was hard for me to understand. Since
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I don’t remember much from Elementary School‚ but I do remember some things. Like how I almost lost a friend because she thought that I told on her. The entire thing happened in fourth grade. We were very dramatic about the whole situation. Well what fourth grader isn’t dramatic about things? Most people are at that age. It all happened at H.W. Good Elementary School‚ in the fourth grade hallway. My friend Devon and I were walking down the hallway coming back from the office. We were taking something
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One bright but chilly January morning in 1957‚ I ambled across the campus at Pacoima Junior High‚ killing time‚ stalling on my way back from the restroom to class. It was report card day and I‚ like most eighth graders‚ felt relieved that the fall semester had come to a close and something new would get under way; new teachers‚ new kids to meet‚ new assignments to ignore. My classroom was near the gym in a row of low-slung‚ drably painted buildings that were symptomatic of 1950’s public architecture
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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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The first day is always the hardest. You go from being the leaders of the school‚ to the babies of the school. It was the first day and everybody was full of both excitement and fear. I looked around‚ I saw a bunch of crowded newbies all around me‚ anxiously awaiting the bell‚ at the start the only person I could recognise was Chiara. Chiara is one of my best friends; we went through primary school together. Gradually more and more people showed up‚ until I could barely move. A few of them
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was actually a pretty nice person. I had a somewhat unremarkable life‚ except for my mom being gone. I lived with my dad and my 7-year old brother in the suburbs. Life was hard sometimes‚ but I got through it. Eventually it came to the first day of school yet again. It was a typical first day of school. Rushing to get ready‚ finding the perfect outfit‚ cliche first-day-of-school pictures. When I got to school‚ everything was normal. Life was good. But‚ in a weird class I had called “Creative
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A frenzy in the middle of November a day that I reside from the Philippines to Virginia. An impactful event of my life‚ I have to unexpectedly adjust my lifestyle. Also‚ I face numerous challenges such as unfamiliarity rules‚ acclimatizing to the weather and searching for social outlets. It seems intimidating and scary at first‚ but my parents guided me to the new culture. Consequently‚ in a few weeks‚ after I arrive‚ my parents enrolled me in middle school. I reluctantly unlock the door‚ glance
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It was my first day of practice for high school swimming. There I was- a scrawny freshman‚ idolizing these upperclassmen who towered above me. Being the only freshman in my class‚ my coach had me train alongside these giants. I remember the countless morning practices‚ which always involved grueling endurance sets‚ where my teammates lapped me constantly while I struggled to make the intervals; feeling disappointed in myself‚ but determined to continue working hard in order to catch up to my teammates
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