I was fully optimistic that the day would go well‚ but it did not fall in the plan that I believed it would. It was the same routine in a new environment. My first day at Larned High School started like every first day before me. The principal‚ Mr. Langdon‚ gathered all the students and welcomed us into a new school year. The speech as long but informational. It was a familiar speech that I had heard every first day of school. Unfortunately‚ this familiarity would end‚ and now I was stuck roaming
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Well my first week of school at North Carolina Central University is finally over. Looking back on my week I notice this week has had its ups and downs from the café to my roommate. Campus life is nothing like what I expected it to be there are a lot more people than I imagined. I knew there were going to be thousands of people but lord I am more than over whelmed. And on top of all the people the campus layout and hills are and were about the kill me I have never felt such a burning sensation in
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It wasn’t too long before I realized that high school was not just a walk in the park as I anticipated and to be extra serious than what I was. Sophomore year is when I figured this all out and in my Junior year is when I flipped the script. Now I’m striving‚ working‚ and improving on my learning to graduate. In my sophomore I wasn’t doing so sound‚ in I would say the majority of my classes I did fail 2 of my classes when honestly it shouldn’t have happened. The two classes I didn’t pass were English
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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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My worst day of school was my freshman year. I had the worst day of school in the beginning of the year‚ September‚ to be exact. It wasn’t the first day of school but it was close. It started of as most terrible days of school start‚ missing the bus. It wasn’t that I just missed my bus it was that I was wearing wrinkled clothes and my hair was all messed up also. When I actually got into the building‚ the one good thing happened to me‚ I found a five dollar bill on the floor. But that luck wouldn’t
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Rose‚ then 13. It was my first day at my new school. Enthusiasm and happiness filled my heart to its brim. The sound of bell‚ signaling all students to assemble was heard just when I was about to set a step. Thus‚ I followed the flow of students to the hall‚ listened to the principal’s speech‚ and headed for my class. I barely managed to keep up with the lesson as math was not easy. But I convinced myself to work harder and aim for the top. When break time hit‚ I gathered all my courage to greet a
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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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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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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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