When I woke up on the first day of school during my sixth grade year, I was very excited and confused at the same time. I just came back from my two year stay in the Philippines. I was happy to be back on American soil, but I was missing the richness the Philippines exuded during those two years. When the day started, I ended up being nervous. I almost got lost (even though Quail Valley was a one story school building) due to the swarms of kids going through all the halls. The day was very hectic and chaotic. I didn’t finish lunch. My binder was already in a bad condition. On top of all of that, my locker jamming up. Not very lucky for a first day, woudn’t you say?
When I got home that day, only one thought drifted across my mind: taking a long nap. The day dream was cut short when I had my parents sign all the required papers. I also had some paper work of my own, but to a lesser degree. When I was done, I finally got some shut eye. I woke up early the next day. The rest of the year went by smoothly.
Fast forward to the 2007-2008 school year. First semester was a great success. During the second semester, we filled out our course selection sheets for Elkins High School. My sister, Paris, went to that high school during her Junior and Senior years. All of my friends at Quail Valley are going there. I thought nothing would stop me from going to Elkins. Two months later, after everyone was done turning their course selection sheets, my neighborhood was rezoned. I couldn’t go to Elkins anymore. I had to go to Dulles. I fell into deep despair. Everyone in my neighboorhood who was an 8th Grader or below had to submit another course selection sheet for Dulles. Although I was partially against it, I couldn’t help but feel happy for my classmates. They get to see their old friends again. SInce then, I dreaded goind to Dulles. Until today.
Fast forward to this year. After coming home, I thought today was kinda alright. The only thing that disturbed me were the utter temperatures of each classroom. It was freezing in almost every classroom I had. I also didn’t finish my lunch. Those were the only complaints I have though. I’m actually content with what Dulles had to offer. My friends got to see old friends. That was the heated topic on our bus. In the end, first days don’t have to be frightening. All you need to know is to expect of what each day has to offer.
If I could also just type this from a teacher’s perspective…it would be a different story, now would it?
