Essay on My First Day at School for kid
Many events happened in my life long ago. I have forgotten some events. But I distinctly remember some. They will remain fresh in my memory. My fist day at school is one such event. Preparation for admission
I was seven years old when I was first admitted to school. My father taught me at home. My elder borther was then reading in the local school. It was decided that I too should go to school with him. I was a bit nervous at first. It was a new and unknown world to me. I feared that I would be among strangers. I did not know how the boys would receive me. I had also fear about the teachers. But my parents and elder brother encouraged me. They said that at school I would get playmates of my age. The teachers also were affectionate. At last I got over my fear and nervousness to some extent. At School
On an auspicious day my father took me to the school. It was very big School. The school building was very big. I felt nervous when I entered the school premises with my father. I saw many boys. Some of them were of my age. The Headmaster knew my father. He knew that my elder brother was his student. He received me affectionately. He asked me my name and what books I had read at home. Then he asked an assistant teacher to examine me. I was found fit for class III. In the class
I was then admitted to class III. A bearer conducted me to class III room. There were many boys of my age there. The teacher in the class asked me my name. he bade me to take my seat on a bench near him. I had great fear about the teachers. I heard that they beat the boys. But I was glad to see that he was not a teacher of that type. He affectionately asked me some questions. Fortunately I answered those correctly. So he was much pleased with me. There were two more periods of work before the tiffin period. In the meantime I had talks with a few boys. They received me kindly. During the tiffin period I played with the boys. I got over my...
First few days at college
Date 28th February 2014,
Time 8:30 am to 6:00 pm
All students gathered in the auditorium and were given a welcoming speech by our senior FMB Program candidates, they shared their practical experiences from the program, and gave us a frank advice i.e. to remain focused, retain learning’s, attend all the lectures, on time submission of assignments, avoid partial group behavior, etc. which was like an eye opener for us.
We were then divided into two groups i.e. GROUP I & GROUP II, I was part of the latter group and therefore we had to remain in the same room, we were then accompanied by Prof Jyotsna Shah and was to improve our verbal ability and confidence, in which we had to address a speech to our group of 35 members on any desired topic, for a minute and half, I learned in this about my group members ideologies and likes, it also influenced me to know about myself in knowing time taken in decision making which was a reality check, simultaneously video recordings were done and replayed in order to correct the correct postures, loudness, expressions etc.
The class of 75 was then amalgamated again, and Sir Mac Fernandes accompanied us with his valuable learning’s on World Competitive Report, which was a reality check for us Indians, as I realized the countries’ economy is in a very bad shape, also something that inspired me was Sir Mac’s fundamentals in life, he...
...Jennifer Almonte Torres
March 12th, 2014
MyFirstDay 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 myfirstday 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. Myfirstday 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...
...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...
...The firstday is always the hardest. You go from being the leaders of the school, to the babies of the school.
It was the firstday and everybody was full of both excitement and fear. I looked around, I saw a bunch of crowded newbies all around me, anxiously awaiting the bell, at the start the only person I could recognise was Chiara. Chiara is one of my best friends; we went through primary school together.
Gradually more and more people showed up, until I could barely move. A few of them I recognised from my old primary. I saw Iris and quickly rushed over to join her, she was with Vanessa, one of her friends from out of school. I saw that they were deep in conversation and I didn’t want to interrupt them, so I went over to Tlake instead.
As we were talking the bell went, so we said are goodbyes and rushed off to find our lines on the basketball court. This assembly was pretty, much just introducing the year 7 co-odernater, the principle, our form teachers, and some of the other people that would be teaching us this year.
Once we got into class, we got straight into it. First we had a tour around the school, and then we got given our diaries, timetables and told which teachers we were going to have for each subject.
At last the long wait was over. We finally go given our locker numbers! Luckily...
...My palms were sweaty, my legs were sore, and my arms were heavy. Fear started taking over. I was walking into myfirstschool. 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...
...Fear started taking over. I was walking into myfirstschool 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 the firstday, I went to my second period class after
I had missed myfirst. 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...
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...prepared. With my tutor I started towards my new school. On the way it began to rain. When we reached the school we were completely wet. Secondary School for four years. I still remember myfirstday at this school.
On that fortunate day, I got freedom from the control of my tutor who loaded me with heavy home task. I had no holiday in a week. You can think of my joy when I was told that I would be sent to a new school.
The sight of the grand building made me nervous. I was uneasy in mind. I entered the office where I found four people sitting behind the counter. My tutor got a form from one of them. Then we entered the Principal’s Office. My tutor gave the form to him. He looked at it carefully. He stuck a bell. At once a peon rushed in. He ordered him to take us to the staff room.
The peon led us to the room where I found the teachers seated round a long table. He gave the form to one of them. The teacher put my knowledge to test my English. He found me up to the mark. Then another teacher gave me five sums to solve. I solved them with great ease. Both the teachers wrote some thing on the form. Again my tutor entered to the office and deposits my dues. I was sent to classroom with a chit.