First Day Memoir

The hours passed slowly as I tossed and turned all night long. I couldn’t sleep. Thinking about school only made it worse. It felt like as soon as I fell asleep the annoying “Ding!” of my alarm clock woke me up. I trudged slowly out of bed only to say goodbye to summer and hello to those late nights doing homework, early mornings, and long exhausting days.

I stepped into the doors of the giant school only to be pushed into so much traffic it easily could’ve passed for rush hour. I frantically looked around for my sister realizing she wasn’t standing next to me anymore. I decided to follow the crowd. I finally found e hall and started walking to my locker. I almost instantly saw my sister standing at her locker. I walked up to her and jokingly said “Wow, thanks for waiting for me!” She laughed and said “I thought you were behind me.” I had to laugh at that one. She probably just didn’t want to be seen walking around with a freshman. I walked to my locker and grabbed my French books. Oh boy, French class.

I cautiously walked down the hallway to my French class. I couldn’t find any of my friends, so I thought maybe I would just walk into class. I walked in only to see no one in class yet. I looked at the clock and realized we still had a lot of more time so I walked back into the hallway. “Katelyn!” I turned around to my best friend screaming my name. “Hey!” Finally a familiar face. We talked for awhile, and then the bell rang so we walked into class. “Here goes my first high school class.”

I walked into a cheerful room, with a lady saying “bonjour!” to everyone. That must be my teacher. I smiled back and her and took my seat. Since French never came easy to me, I got lost the second my teacher started talking fluent French. I knew already it was going to be a long year. I looked around the room to see several other people looking just as confused as me. The teacher must have noticed our confused looks because she laughed and tried to eplain what she was saying. After a little more explaining, I started to remember some French again. Maybe this whole high school thing was not going to be as bad as I thought.

Although I was so scared to start high school, I realized it wasn’t that bad. It was all just going to take some getting used to. Now whenever someone asks “What was your first day of high school like?” I will always have a story to tell, and memories to share.