First Day of High School - Original Writing I was so excited and yet so terrified about my first day of high school. It felt like my first day as an adult, the first day I felt like an adult. As I filled my brand new bag full of new pens and pencils, I couldn't help but think, are all the rumors about head blushing, bullying, and piles of homework true? I guess I was about to find out. Sporting my smart new navy blazer, white shirt, and tie, I slammed the door behind me and rushed to my friend Vicki's house. I knocked on the door and when it opened I could see that all my anticipation and excitement was shared in Vicki's head, which put me at ease a little. We headed to the car and took our first ever drive to Bishop Fox High School. As we got closer to the school, the trails in the distance were filled with schoolchildren. Would some of these strangers become my new friends? We stopped at the entrance. It looked so big compared to my old school. How was I going to learn to navigate it? As we were the new children, we had to meet in the school hall with the rest of our year to chat with our head of year. It was easy to find as it was just passing through the lobby. We pushed open the bulky doors and suddenly a wave of deafening noise rolled over several years. Crowds and crowds of children were everywhere. Everyone was in their primary school friendship groups, and we found ours after several minutes of jostling between the herds of kids. There was an unfamiliar smell of a new place in the atmosphere... in the middle of the paper... I would fail every exam and carry a grudge for the rest of the year. I worked in silence for the rest of the lesson, and it went at a snail's pace. After the worst lesson of my life so far, the rest of the day went by surprisingly quickly. My next lesson was art and we just looked at different paintings, followed by lunch where we chatted about my scolding in science. My last lesson was drama, where we just told each other our names, where we were from, etc., etc. what a relief when, at twenty past three, the bell rang to go home. I had done it. I had finished my first day of school with only a few small pushes in the hallway and a single assignment. I met Vicki at the entrance and headed home thinking about our next five years at Fox High School...