first day of school essay for high school

My First Day of High School Personal Narrative Essay

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I woke up this morning and it was harder to get out of bed than usual. I tossed and turned all night because my anxiety was at an all-time high. I had nightmares because of the scary movie I watched the night before, and spicy food usually leads to my comfort in sleeping at night. I also had a million questions racing through my mind. What should I wear? What should I pack in my backpack? A million questions are an understatement but they were still going through my mind at 4 in the morning. I finally fell asleep around 5:45 and my alarm started going off at 6. Well, it’s time for me to kick start my day, whether I like it or not.

I always dreamed of what my first day of high school would be like. Would I make a lot of friends? Would I trip and fall in front of the whole class? Would I somehow be summoned to the geek squad? I couldn’t let those thoughts cloud my mind. I had to prepare myself for one of the most important days of my life.

I ate a bowl of cereal, Captain Crunch of course, and then brushed my teeth. I packed my notebooks, folders, calculator, and make-up and headed out the door. I had to take the train to school. I hate taking the train. The crowded train, the messy station, the strangers with their hands in your face asking for money...I am not a fan. I can’t take the bus though, my school is on the other side of the city which is far away from bus stops.

I get to the school building and it doesn’t look the same as orientation day. The lawn was glistening in the sun, the fountain was shooting water in pretty designs, and students were in a joyous mood on orientation day. Today, it is the complete opposite and makes me question whether I want to step foot in the door. I hesitantly open the door to begin my first day in high school.

My first class wasn’t too bad. I had to listen to my English teacher discuss the importance of themes and plots, but otherwise, it was a pretty easy-going class. I did notice a guy who caught my attention and I must say, he may have increased my interest in this class. I don’t think I would get tired of admiring that eye candy. My other classes that followed after were pretty much the same (a few eye candies in those as well). Not too many cliques were joining yet from what I noticed, but then again, lunch didn’t start yet. Thinking about all of this made me wonder where I would sit during lunchtime. I was hoping I wouldn’t feel singled out and would find a decent table to sit at and enjoy my lunch. Hopefully, though, it will be some good food getting served today.

I ate a pepperoni pizza and had an orange soda to wash it down. I’m grateful for the food not tasting horrible so I wouldn’t have that in my mind for the rest of the day. I still didn’t manage to find any new friends to sit with, but I’m just happy I found a table to sit at. It would have been tortured if I had to sit in a classroom to eat lunch, or an empty hallway with the possibility of some kids walking past and laughing.

My first day at school was almost over and I felt a tap on my shoulder in Chemistry class. It was a girl named Samantha asking if she could share my textbook with me because hers didn’t get shipped yet to her house. I told her yes and invited her to scoot her chair next to mine. We made small conversations and connections with similar interests. When the class bell rang, we exchanged numbers to hang out after school. I felt like my day couldn’t go any smoother and was eager for school to be finished. I just had one more class to get through and I would be done for the day.

Once the last bell rang, I was eager to get home and tell my childhood friend how my day went at a brand new school. I knew Charlie was going to have an "I told you so” moment, but I didn’t care. I was just excited to speak to a familiar voice and vent out my feelings that I endured all day. I wondered how his day went at his brand new school as well. I guess before I know it, I would find out if he made friends easily and if he’s excited about the classes he will be taking.

I got on the same train line that I took to school and headed back home. The train ride was more pleasant going home than it was going to school. There were hardly any people on the train, and I was sitting pleasantly in a window seat most of the ride home.

I was home before I knew it and speaking to Charlie on the house phone. I found out he made plenty of friends during lunchtime and felt that his classes would be easy. Charlie hardly ever has to study for a test, so I will take his word for it with regards to his classwork. Once I got off the phone, I let out a big sigh of relief and plopped on top of my bed. Even though I would have to do this all over again tomorrow, I’m glad I got through my first day at school.