The First Day Essay

It was a bright sunny day, the sky was a soft shade of blue and there was a slight breeze in the air. I stepped out of my moms red shiny CRX as she said Good Luck’ to me. I forced up a weak smile as I shoved the door, and it made a woosh noise as it closed. I took a deep breathe and started walking towards the man entrance. I thought to myself, Why does the school have all the buildings seperated’ I slowly walked forward as I started looking at all the other kids, most were in groups and all talking laughing and smiling. I felt very small, like I was an alien who had just landed on planet Earth.

I thought to myself, I should be at home, with my friends talking and laughing’. But I wasn’t, I was in Rocklin, California. Id moved here at the begging of August. And I’d hated it ever since. But I was willing to give Rocklin a shot, even though ever kid I’d met in town so far had said Rocklin is the worst school’. As I walked forward with the white scrunched up piece of paper that told me my classes, I tried to look like I fit in. As I looked around for my class, I noticed I was on the wrong side of the building. At least I know where the main building is,’ I said to myself.

The main building looked bright and cheery, like the sun. I trudged over to the main building trying not to look at anyone, the pavement looked really white. When I got to the main building I walked up to a Miss Kerby, sitting behind a desk and asked her if she could tell me where this building was. Instead I felt like I had just been arrested for murder. I was bombarded with about 5 questions all at once. I answered them all, and with a negative tone she told me I cant help you, you need your mom to go sign these’. I felt shocked and a huge amount of anger mounting up inside me.

I walked straight out of the building. I didn’t need to get crap from some lady when I was trying to get used to a state that I had never been too. I walked home and slammed the front door shut, and screamed at the top of my lungs I hate it here, I am moving back to Illinois with my dad! ’ And ran upstairs to my room, slammed the door shut. Bang bang bang, went the door as my foot thudded against it. Each hit relieved a lot of anger. But I had to go to school. And with all the courage I had in me I went back to that school that had slammed the door in my face, and gave it a second shot.

I went to each class feeling like a freak, as everyone stared at me because I didn’t dress like them. I thought to myself I don’t think you like me, well I hate you as well’. I felt like I was on display at the local circus show. I thought someone would come and say hello’ to me. To this day, I am still waiting. No one has taken the time here to get to know me or like me. I know they all judged me, as I also judged them. I trudged to each class and found two of the teachers actually impressed me, which surprised me, I didn’t think anyone in Rocklin, or the whole state of California would impress me.

At the end of the day, I was still hating the new school, missing all my old friends. To this day, it still takes a lot of courage for me to show up at Rocklin High School. Some days I just cant even go. I have now learned to go to school. And I hope to graduate with good grades this year, as I did at my other school (straight A’s and B’s may I add). I have learned that I have courage and strength and I will succeed this year ever if I am in someplace I don’t like. I have learned I can succeed even if everything isn’t the way I like it. And with this courage, I will graduate.