Keeping It Cool
The first day of school for a child could very well be a traumatic experience. The child never sees it coming. On day he or she could be playing at home with no worries in life, and then the next day being shipped off to a building filled with a bunch of crazy little kids running around. Now, if that's not a traumatic experience for the fragile mind of a six year old then I don't know what is. I experienced the trauma first hand in the first twenty minutes of class. I was stranded by my family, but I had to keep my cool. The first day of school has the biggest impact on the way a person will eventually turn out in the future. If, on your first day, you look "cool" and people see you as cool, then you'll be popular, but if you start off your day by crying and vomiting, then people will avoid you no matter how nice or generous you are to them. Why crying you ask? Crying because this isn't any first day of school, it's the first day of kindergarten. In the end of summer 1992, I got into the small enclosed room of a new and unknown world that my mother called school. On first arrival, I was scared to see children my age with their parents. I lived on a street where most of my neighbors were relatively old
As my mom and the teacher continued to talk about boring adult things, I decided to wonder off toward the boat table. I had only two friends in my life at that time, my brother and my neighbor, but they were both older then me. I kept thinking in my head that I wasn't ready to make this plunge. That plan backfired though in the fist minute we were in this horrible place called school. The teacher then began talking to me, asking the normal stuff my name, age, birth date, and hobbies nothing to challenging. I started looking around the room and I couldn't find her anywhere. My mom had to be there she wouldn't leave without saying goodbye, or would she? I noticed my teacher from across the room and I began walking toward her. I noticed this huge table, but it wasn't any kind of table. That kid definitely did not go down with out a fight. , 15 minutes before school even started. I answered all them and then she began taking us on a tour of the classroom. My heart dropped, but I had to keep my cool. I thought in my head that I couldn't be that kid who made the biggest scene. This was a lot different then my simple life I came accustomed with at home.
Common topics in this essay:
KEEPING COOL,
day school,
mom left,
cool day school,
minutes playing,
cool day,
kids running,
traumatic experience,
called school,
15 minutes,
|
Acceptance Essays
