My First Day in High School Memoir

My First Day in High School Memoir

One unique aspect with us humans is the notion that memories from the past can stay clear in our minds even if such memories are about events that happened a long time ago. One of the accounts I can offer regarding a clear memory is my experience during the first day of admission in high school. I had a mixed feeling of excitement and anxiety at the thought of my initial day in high school. Interestingly, I felt that my first day in high school would undisputedly introduce me to adulthood. I thought I had finally grown up. I experienced varied feelings on the day, which will lastingly stay fresh in my mind.

The night to the long-awaited day seemed prolonged with a few hours. I woke up 1 hour ahead of the alarm, one of the strange experiences I have never had again. As I parked my remarkable new bag full of spanking new pencils and pens, I could not help but ponder about the rumors concerning bullying, head flushing, and lots of homework every day. It bothered me whether these rumors true. I took a deep breath, gained confidence. After all, I was about to discover the real high school, which could be different from that which I knew.

Me and my friend and neighbor, James, were enrolled in the same high school. After sporting my tie, white shirt, and navy blazer, I banged the door behind me and hurriedly dashed to James’ house. Coincidentally, I met him at the door as he swiftly scurried towards the direction of our home. Even without saying a word, I noticed my excitement, anticipation, and worry were expressed in Vicky’s face. The day was about to break, we agreed on the time of leaving. We decided to ensure none of our parents is behind schedule. After all, we had become adults by virtue of joining high school, the bargaining power about issues with parents automatically had risen.

By around 7.30 am, we were already in the car, the driver’s door finally closed. We embarked on our first ride to a secondary school. As we approached the school, far and wide were crammed with students. I thought for a minute. Was I about to make friends with some of these strange people I could see? James brought me back from where I was lost in thoughts as he started a conversation. Before I could be sure whether he needed a response from the words he had said or whether he just informed me something, we finally pulled at the entrance. The security at the gate depicted a very secured area. The school size doubled or even tripled my former school. I was about to find out the approximate scale factor.

After a few formal procedures, we bid bye to the parents, and we were directed to assemble in the school hall. For that day, it was a preserve for the new kids where the orientation and induction into the new system would take place. The school hall was simple to find since it was just adjacent to the foyer. After staying at the door for some time, James struggled and managed to open the large doors. Unexpectedly, an upsurge of ear-piercing sound came gushing into our ears. The hall had many kids scattered everywhere. I wondered how fast they got used to each other. I only knew James, but from the noises I heard as well as the interactions I saw, I was sure of fitting in and make new friends. We pushed through groups of students. Moving forward, someone grabbed my hand. I thought it was time to be bullied. But again, I realized it was our fast day, and no one would have the audacity to start bullying. It was Victor; we joined his group. It is the place we belonged since it had a group of friends from our former school.

I suddenly developed a sense of belonging to my new institution. After chatting for about 30 min, one teacher arrived, and suddenly the hall was quiet. He restored order in the hall. Even though my group and I were at the back of the hall, I would see and hear him clearly. He introduced himself as the head of our class. We were told most basic things about the school and that the remaining we would discover ourselves or ask senior students. After about one hour, we were settled in class. Ones again, all of us were strangers as no one was allowed to sit next to her former schoolmate. The silence was ones again restored.

I picked one unfamiliar textbook from the class shelf without looking at the cover to read. It was a statistics textbook. Everybody was quiet reading or pretending to be reading. Mine was impossible. I did not understand anything, but I had to learn. This is the time I saw sense in the widely shared notion that desperate times call for drastic measures. Ones again, I felt starting high school was intimidating. But either way, I had to ensure I adjusted to the surrounding diversity. Soon it was time for a break. I stayed thinking the best way to cope up fast and gain recognition among the strangers we had joined with. I knew that through my school’s diversity, I would increase my understanding of teenagers and other members of society as well. As each time of the day passed, I experienced different situations, which made me approach different circumstances with an open mind. I was looking forward to the first class. I wanted to start reading and revising from the first day. Later on, as we proceeded with studies, the plan became just but a wish.

Finally, it was time for the first lesson. Mrs. Monica arrived in class, and rapidly, everyone resumed the induction sitting position that compares to that of a dog submitting to the owner. It was instruction after instruction. Class timetables, taking notes, doing assignments, and threats of failing exams were issued. She was a mathematics teacher for our class. The ultimately came to an end without writing a single world in the exercise book. I would latter enjoy mathematics and joined the mathematics club. The day finally came to an end. I wondered why I was scared or panicked for days before the admission day. However, just like college, university, or primary school, one may be scared to join high school. The lesson I learned from my first day in high school is that it is wrong to be quick to judge. I found that most of the issues I was afraid of were nothing more than rumors.