Personal Narrative Essay: My First Day Of High School

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My first day of high school “RING RING RARING RING RARING” I squinted my eyes and quickly hit the snooze on the alarm. “WAKE UP ALREADY!” My mother yells at me. I bursted out of bed and quickly grabbed my freshly ironed outfit that I got ready the night before. “Hurry get ready, I’m making you breakfast” my mother insists. I exited the shower shivering, the sizzling smell of mouthwatering eggs and bacon hit me. My stomach was growling to eat. I quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a plate and told my mom “Thank you” as I kissed her on the cheek. “You’re welcome baby” she replies as she poured me a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice. I ate as fast as I could because I didn’t want to risk being late. I go in my room and put on my socks,…show more content…
I turn around and look at the school and my heart started pounding really fast. I felt like a little bug inside a mansion, the school was enormous. I took a deep breath and walked into the entrance of the school. I pulled out my schedule and headed to my first class. As I was looking for my first class I got lost and couldn’t find it so I stopped by a random teacher’s room and asked her to direct me. She looked mean and smelt like cigarettes. She got up and said with a deep voice “you’re in the junior hall, go to the other side of the school you will find the freshmen hall” I looked at her confused and walked away. I still struggled but I made it to my first class late and embarrassed. I did not know anybody in the school because I was new to the area so I had no friends. I chose a small desk in the very back and watched all the students chatter. The teacher suddenly stands up and says “Hello I’m Mr. Kennedy, Good morning” all the students reply energetically “Good morning”. The teacher insisted we introduced our self so I stood up and said “hello my name is Osama, I’m 14 and love baseball”. After the whole class went the teacher handed us a thick booklet to read and be signed by our parents. When the class was settled another student walked up to me and said “Is your name really Osama? Like Osama Bin Laden?” I quickly got up and shoved him into another desk and…show more content…
Every hallway was cramped and humid. All my classes were far apart from each other so I was sore by the end of the day. The school lunch was terrible, the pizza was tasteless and rough and the mash potatoes were like soup. My mom made me walk home because she had to go to work. My legs were absolutely abused by the time I got home. When I opened my door my bed smelt sweet and looked comfy. I said to myself “This is going to be a long year” and crashed
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