Ms. S. Nylander
August 26, 2012
The Most Memorable Day of my Life
The most memorable day of my life was, September 4, 1995 in Chicago, IL. It was 6:00 a.m. when my alarm clock woke me up. The first day of high school was finally here. 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 is the stories I heard about high school being so horrible with all the mean teachers, the hard tests, and of course being a freshman does not help either. The bus ride to the school was only 30 minutes, but it seemed a lot longer. When we finally got there, I was more nervous than ever. The day ahead of me was about to get a lot more complicated or the start of something great.
I did not know how to get to my classroom. I was lost and I had to ask one of the students about the room number where I was going to take a math class. This individuals name was Kim. She was a white girl, about 5'6, with wavy hair, wore a blue dress and flip-flops. She acted like a normal kind of person. She was very nice and told me the right direction. When I walked into the class, I saw a number of students and at that moment, I felt odd. I became close to a girl who was from the same neighborhood I was. I asked her what classroom she was going to and found that we were in the same room number and I felt less worried. I introduced myself and said, "Hello my name is Gisela Lopez and I am new to this school," and she introduced herself to me. She said, "Hello, my name is Asia and I am also new this school." She was light skinned, about 5, 4. Asia wore a Muslim dress that was called an abaya, a head cover and high heels; she acted happy when she saw me because she was the only person that was there from my neighborhood so I thought. We went into the classroom, and the time to start class began. While we began our class, all of our classmates were quiet nobody talked. After ten minutes,...
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