My Feelings at First Day of School

Wake up! Wake up! The shrieking commands of my now irate mother abruptly awake me. As I strain to open my eyes, I am pierced by the fiery hot coals of the suns rays. I roll out of bed, only to hear more commands barked out by my mother. Hurry up, youre going to be late, you dont want to be late on your first day of school. I quickly glance at my alarm clock, and frantically rush to put on my new clothes. Im not going to make it! I keep telling myself, Im not going to make it.

With my bag in hand, and supplies falling everywhere I meet my mom at the base of the stairs. She hands me a poptart, and wishes me luck. Before I head out, I check my bag one last time to make sure that I havent forgotten anything. After a quick glance, I jump on my bike and start peddling ferociously. The time is now 7:54 a.m., and school begins promptly at 8:00 a.m. The thought of being late is still in the back of my mind and it makes me peddle even faster. I reach the school with two minutes to spare. As I reach the front doors, the principal who kindly tells me to slow down greets me. I quickly find my seat as the last tone of the bell sounds, knowing that I almost didnt make it.

I began to look around the room, and notice the differences from previous classrooms to this one. I keep thinking that I am finally here, no longer in junior high, but in highschool. It was a completely different territory, where I was a lowly sophomore, rather then the bigshot head of the class ninth grader. I notice that other students are looking around the room, and I wonder if theyre thinking the same things that I am? Throughout the rest of the day, I walk around in awe; not only of the other people, but of the newfound scenery as well. When lunchtime rolls around, I search my pockets for the lunch money my mother had given me. I stand in line, admiring the efficiency of which the cafeteria ladies complete their work. They give me my lunch, and I quickly find the table where my friends are located.

The rest of my day goes on as scheduled with nothing out of the ordinary occurring. When the last bell sounds for us to go home, I gather my belongings and begin my trip towards home. As I reach my bike, my head becomes filled with feelings of sadness and nostalgia. For that one brief moment, I dread the thought of having to leave and go home. Although I didnt know it at the time, the reason for this: was the fact that I had made a new beginning. My life had taken a dramatic turn, and I was starting to grow up. into manhood had begun, and this was only the beginning. When I reached my house, I gave my mom a big hug and explained to her all the wonders of my day. Upon finishing my story, I looked into her eyes and realized that she was having the same thoughts as me. We both realized that I was growing up, and these were my first big steps towards Independence. From this day on I had begun a new adventure, and life as I knew it would never be the same.