The first year of college can be a new and exciting to many students. Students can also take on new experience in their first year college. College can also come with challenges along the way. Students must try to find a way to balance their new college life, and transactions. Students go through difficult transactions like adjusting to their new environment, trying to make new friends and some many have academic difficulties. Adapting to an unfamiliar environment can be overwhelming to some students. Students have to adjust their new living arrangements living with new roommates. Living with roommates can be great college experience. College brings a unique opportunity to meet new people from different cultures and backgrounds. Making new friends can help students adapt to their new environment. Students sometimes are unsure how to make new friends their first year of college. The good news is… every freshman is in the situation, many students are anxious to meet new people and to make sometimes best friends. Attending school events, starting up conversations, even asking about a home work assignment can be the great way making friends. This may lead to different types of academic difficulties. Some students may face test anxiety and difficulty in concentrating. I know all this, because I’ve been through that situation when I was in the big university college in the city, but unfortunately I didn’t make it through lots of problems to face like not comfortable to my new environment due to I’m a loner person. I used to make friends with others but it’s too different in my place. Students in the city were sociable that I can’t able to drive with them. My first day of college was not really nice but then I continue it till 2nd year end. I took another path which can easily get job so I enroll in care giving school. I did make it and have my license but it’s not enough because in me I want to finish in college. So I waited 3...
...Jennifer Almonte Torres
March 12th, 2014
My FirstDay of High School
“Beep, Beep, Beep!” 6:00 A.M my alarm clock was activated, it was time for me to get ready and prepared myself for my firstday of High School as a freshman student in Piscataway Vo – Tech High School. Fear, excitement, and all of these different emotions were running through my head as I wondered how difficult high school would be, who I would sit with at lunch time or if I would be able to memorize my locker combination. My firstday of high school as a freshman student was very stressful but I learned something very important that will always help me in life; I should ask for help when I need it.
Getting off the bus after 15 minutes of riding to the school, fear started taking over. I was walking following other students and seeing all these different faces I had never seen before in my life. “Good Morning Piscataway Vo – tech High School. I am Mr. Patrick, the school principal. Welcome to your firstday of high school; all students must be at their homeroom for important information they will get! Have a nice day everyone.” I panicked and that’s when I really started to feel uncomfortable, I wanted to cry. “Oh...
...The FirstDay of School
The firstday of school is one of a child’s most significant moments of his or her life. Starting off kindergarten can be quite dreadful but a mother’s presence will reassure you that everything will be fine from the very start. In the story, “The FirstDay”, the author conveys the story of the mother going to great lengths to prepare her daughter for the start of school. Throughout the story, the author uses narrative techniques such as point of view, foreshadowing, and the main plot in order to convey the meaning of the short story that includes; love, pride and shame.
The author uses first person point of view to describe the experiences she went through with her mother while enrolling for school. The narrator includes a series of flashbacks such as mentioning her father, who left them while she was young. This technique gives the readers access to the narrator’s perspective of the events and characters. She includes her thoughts, observations, and feelings about her mother, whom she is ashamed of due to the fact that she is illiterate.
The purpose of foreshadowing is to warn or indicate readers of what is to come later in the story. In this case, the story begins with “In an otherwise unremarkable September morning, long before I learned to be ashamed of my mother, she takes my...
...heavy. Fear started taking over. I was walking into my firstschool. I was afraid how I would do. It was a big building with a large compound wall. I forced up a weak smile as I left my parent. I took a deep breath and started walking towards the main entrance. As a small child I could not feel stable at the sight of the building. I thought to myself, why were so many people around me. Most of them were running around, zooming past me like racing cars, missing me by tiny fractions. I felt so alone, like a stray dog lost in the middle of a big city. All I wanted was to be home again.
As I walked down the hallway I almost urinated in my pants. I was not familiar with such atmosphere earlier. With anxiety on one hand and fear on the other, I reached for the door knob, opening it slowly. Everyone’s eyes were on me as I entered the room. From a distance, it looked like the people were ants. Without paying attention to them, I went straight to the teacher and asked if this was the right class. With a soft voice he answered, “Yes.” His voice comforted me a little. The class teacher asked my name and whereabouts. My class teacher was very gentle. He encouraged me and treated me kindly. I felt a bit nervous in the new environment. The boys looked at me with wonder and smiled. Some of them gathered rounded me. They laughed at me and made fun of me. A few sympathized with me and befriended me. The bell for interval rang. At first, I was...
...Fear started taking over. I was walking into my firstschool in St.thomas . I had traveled a long distance from dominica in order to join my father, who had been here for a long time, hoping America would help my future. My father decided that I would be better off going to school here, so I enrolled in the local high school in my new town.
I was afraid how I would do. I didn’t know anybody in my classes. On thefirstday, I went to my second period class after
I had missed my first. I was already confused because in dominica the teachers switch according to periods while most of the students have the same periods.
With anxiety on one hand and fear on the other, I reached for the door knob, opening it slowly. Everyone’s eyes were on me as I entered the room. Without paying attention to them, I went straight to the teacher and asked if this was the right class. With a soft voice he answered, “Yes.” His voice comforted me a little. He gave me a sheet called Course Requirements, which I would never get in dominica because we didn’t have anything like that. Then he asked me to choose where I would sit. I chose the seat closest to the door instead of the corner where all of the boys were sitting. I didn’t actually want to pick a seat. In dominica we had assigned seats, so I never needed to worry about that. I spent the rest of the class taking notes from the image...
...course she looked beautiful and sophisticated.
“Hey, freshman,” she greeted me early in the morning.
“Hey, you can head to schoolfirst because I’ll be heading to school after you,” I said in tediousness.
“Sure! Being late on the firstday of school? That’s a bad habit. Anyways, see you there,” she replied in her cheery voice and giggled. She went out of my room and for few minutes later, she headed to school.
Kat looks like a model. She’s tall, five-nine, and has a figure most girls would die for. She eats everything and never excises, but she’s still slim. She has dark brown hair and her hair is wavy. Wherever we go out, people would turn their heads and look at her.
On the other hand, I have a figure that girls would look at and feel proud of their own bodies. I have long black hair. I eat lesser than Kat and I exercise, but I’m obese. While I was stuck in my own thoughts, I just realized that I was really late for school.
“Hey fatty,” one of the sophomores shouted in my direction. I felt miserable, but I continued to walk and ignore them. I wanted to dig a hole and hide in there forever. The reason why I didn’t want to come to school was because the upperclassmen students always bully me. I don’t know if there are people out there being called fat every day. If there are, then I understand you.
I had a tough morning on...
...FirstDay at a New School
And there I was, standing in front of the new school I’m going to attend. My heart is racing so I asked myself, “Am I nervous or just excited, now that I’ll be at school again?” It was mixed emotions I am feeling that day. Thoughts and questions are running in my head; having an anxiety of what their first impression will be. “I hope they won’t bully me,” “Thisschool year is going to be exciting,” and “I heard that the professors here are nice,” are just some of the ideas that keeps on bugging me at that moment.
I made it early in the school; too early that it’s an hour before my first class starts. I can’t think of anything to do, so I decided to take a stroll. While wandering around the campus, I thought to myself, “Hmm… everything seems nice in here, I won’t have a hard time getting well with these people.” I still have thirty minutes and I’m starting to get bored but I continue on exploring my new school.
The facilities here are smaller but the atmosphere is very relaxing, and then I thought, “I hope I don’t get sleepy while in class.” The library, the canteen and the laboratories maintained its cleanliness. Teachers typing in front of their computers, chatting with their colleagues and doing too much paper works created a very busy ambience inside the faculty room. One of the...
...As I crawled into bed to go to sleep that night, the ease of summer slowed fade into the responsibility of the school year. As the alarm clock rings promptly at 7:15 the next morning, all traces of summer vanished into September's doldrums. Once again, it was September! To most of us was the beginning of the school year that morning and to some of us was just and ordinary day. The air was crisp and cool, the trees exploded with brightly colored leaves and beautiful roses lying on bushes with their open petals and very temptationable, to want to pluck and smell them till the end. Walking through those flowers and seeing all those great combination of colors and in between with "Sophia Loren" rose, just indeed, just as beautiful as the actress herself... attracted you to get one and hold it in your hand.
I was just a few minutes away from school and hoping that I would meet great teachers or even the same ones I had the previous years. Walking through the big school door I see bunch of students who seemed to be so excited their firstday of school. Still holding my pretty rose while walking on the long hallway to get to my class. Long waits on the firstday of school, as usual I took a corner edge and set in my day dreaming of what teacher I will have. For some reason or another certain we are drawn to...
...are changing after you walked into the campus at firstday in college. I used to think about the class in college which is different from in high school. Those people who are older than me, they have told me that college would be new life for me. That college would show me what is the differently between college and high school. I was really wondering about it, I didn't know anything since the first year andfirstday. Everything I knew before I went to college that was I had to studied more harder, and I won't have many friends like I did in high school. The most things that I was interesting is about the course class, the education, the campuses. They took me to a new look, and they show me what is real college life.
I wasn't thinking the differently from high school to college is big deal, but I have a bit scared when I went into the campus, and I have seen many students that I didn't know anyone of them. First class were surprise me because that was about 20 to 30 students only, but they aren't friend to each other. I went to my class early so that I can get a good seat close to teacher, and I can meet my classmate. That was lucky because I just met a old friend from high school in the first class. Therefore, the class is not so scaring anymore and everything is seemed to be better than before. After...