My first day of school story
The First Day Of School
A short story written by Jeffery Deaver for teachers and educators.
Indian summer in a small Midwestern suburb, a hot, hot day in early September.
His heavy book bag slung over his shoulder, Jim Martin—slim, sandy-haired, freckled—trudged along the pitted sidewalk at 7:30 this morning, on his way to Thomas Jefferson Middle School.
He walked slowly, enjoying the heat, enjoying the spongy feel of his new running shoes, enjoying the familiar sights along the route.
Filled with excitement, filled with anticipation, filled with curiosity.
Nervous, too.
This was, after all, the first day of school.
At the bottom of the hill, exactly a mile from his house, he turned the corner and saw the school in front of him.
It wasn’t really a very nice building. Single story, squat, yellowish stone. Nothing stood out except the tall flagpole that would ring like a clock chime when the rope slapped it on windy days. Today, in the still air, the pole was silent.
Taking a shortcut through a hedge, Jim walked over the football field, dew leaping from the toes of his shoes, grasshoppers jumping out of his path.
He glanced to his right and noticed a shaded spot on the field near the home team bleachers and a memory suddenly came back to him—a spring day on that very spot. He and Sam Gordon facing each other, fists balled up, ready to slug it out. Sam was an 8th grader, a big kid—he’d been held back a year. He dressed in dark clothes that smelled of cigarettes and motor oil and he wore his anger the way some women wear too much costume jewelry. For no particular reason he’d taken an instant disliking to quiet Jim, who was a year younger and fifty pounds lighter. Sam had mercilessly tormented him all year until finally Jim had had enough and agreed to Sam’s taunt to fight it out after school.
The boys circled, Jim terrified but defiant. Sam threw the first punch. Jim blocked it but then the bully’s left fist appeared from nowhere and clocked Jim in the cheek.
He went down on his knees and Sam leapt on him, flailing away, Jim’s thin arms helpless to protect him from the stunning blows. The big boy then stood and was about to deliver a vicious kick to Jim’s ribs when a man’s voice cut through the April air.
“Boys! That’s enough.”
Coach LaBell stepped forward, pulled Sam away and ordered him to the principal’s office. Sneering, the boy stalked away.
The coach then helped Jim up and surveyed the damage to his face. The man said, “First the nurse, but I’m afraid you’re going to the principal too, Jim.”
“Yessir.”
The grizzled, crewcut man handed Jim a Kleenex for the blood, and the tears, waited a moment and then he said, “I want to tell you something, young man.”
“Yessir?” Jim asked.
“You want to know what I think the biggest difference is between being a child and being an adult?”
“What’s that?”
“Knowing the difference between the times you have to fight and the times you should walk away.
You know what I’m saying?”
Jim nodded.
“Good. Now go see the nurse. Get that cut cleaned up.”
As Jim walked sullenly toward the door, Coach LaBell called, “Oh, Jim?”
The boy turned. “Yessir?”
“About those times you do have to fight?” The man pointed a stubby finger at Jim. “You better learn to watch out for left hooks. Or you’re gonna lose some teeth.”
“I’ll do that, coach.”
Now, this hot, hot first day of school, trudging through the dewy grass, Jim shifted his heavy book bag to the other shoulder, and he thought about how the coach’s words had really made a difference in the way he looked at life.
Closer to the school now, walking past the buses, yellow as pollen, watching the students and teachers, the impatient parents in the car pool lane. Jim waved hello to a few of the kids but he was still lost in his thoughts. He was glancing at a nearby classroom, Mr. Carter’s math class.
Oh, Jim hated math. He did all the homework; he’d spend hours studying for tests, but he could never do better than a C plus, at best.
He now thought of one of Mr. Carter’s classes, early in the semester. The teacher had passed out a graded test—Jim’d gotten a C minus. After all that work, he was so frustrated, so discouraged. The teacher must’ve seen the look in his eyes and called him up after class.
“Having some trouble, I see, Jim.”
“I just don’t get it,” the boy said. “I mean, I try. I do the work. But it’s like it’s overwhelming. I freeze up and, you know, I panic.”
Soft-spoken Mr. Carter pulled a slip of paper out of his desk and wrote down several names. He said, “These’re math tutors, Jim. I want you and your parents to call one of them. I think they’ll be a big help.”
“Okay,” Jim said uncertainly. Then he took a deep breath and confessed, “The thing is, Mr. Carter, I just, I mean, I just don’t like math. I’m never going to like it. I know that.”
The teacher smiled at this. “Don’t like math? . . . .” He nodded. “Well, Jim, you have to understand something. Your goal here isn’t to learn to like math.
I don’t want to teach you that. I don’t even care about that.”
“You don’t?”
“No, no, no . . . . I want to teach you to love learning about math, that’s all.” He repeated it. “I want you to love learning whatever it is you study.”
And Jim nodded, digesting this. He took the note home and he and his parents got a tutor and his grades improved a bit, not much. But he started to get some B minuses. The important thing for Jim, though, wasn’t the grade but what his teacher had told him. And he thought now, as he walked through the doorway to Thomas Jefferson Middle on this first day of school, about how the math teacher’s words, like Coach LaBell’s, had made a real difference in the way he thought about things.
Walking through the cool halls now, Jim smelled fresh paint and girls’ perfume and those weird biology lab smells. He got a drink at the fountain and headed for home room.
As he did he passed another classroom and another memory hit him. Ah, Mrs. Peabody’s English class.
She was a stern, older woman the kids called psychic because she magically knew which students had read the real assignment and which had read the Cliff notes.
Jim thought about the time Mrs. Peabody had given the class a writing assignment. “Write about summer vacation,” she said. “Be as creative as you can. But,” the stern woman added, as she always did, “make sure you use proper spelling and grammar.”
Well, that night Jim sat at his desk at home and stared unhappily at a blank sheet of paper. He didn’t want to write a stupid essay about his summer vacation. For one thing it’d been a dog. A water park, two weeks of camp, his paper route. Boring . . . He’d actually been happy to get back to school.
So he gave up on the assignment and wrote what he wanted to. Not an essay at all but a short story. Science fiction. It was about a distant planet that didn’t have summer—it was spring all the time. And it didn’t have vacations either. The aliens on the planet worked 24 four hours a day.
The next morning he handed in the story but that night he lay awake until three a.m., thinking, Why did I do that? I totally ignored the assignment. What the heck was I thinking of? And here English was his favorite class. Maybe it’d take Mrs. Peabody a few days to grade the essays. He’d beg her for a chance to write another one, the sort she wanted.
But when he got to class the next morning it turned out that Mrs. Peabody had read and graded the essays.
And when he saw the way she glanced at him with a strange look in her stern, psychic eyes, he wished he’d stayed home sick.
The teacher said, “I’m going to pass back your summer vacation essays in a minute, but I want to say something first. When you write, when you put your words out for other people to read, you have to learn to take criticism. You have to remember that a critic’s words aren’t attacking you as human beings; they’re only an opinion about something you’ve created, no matter how harsh the opinion seems.
. . . . And in this case I’m afraid I’ve got some rather harsh words to say.”
I’m in trouble, Jim thought, blushing already, betrayed by his freckles. Staring at the floor.
Mrs. Peabody continued, “Almost everyone in class wrote an essay about his or her summer vacation . . . . Almost everyone.”
This’s bad, Jim thought. I’m getting an F, I know it.
“But,” the teacher said, “one student decided he didn’t feel like doing that.”
Jim glanced up long enough to see her eyes focused on him.
This’s worse than an F. . . . I’m in note-to-the-parents territory now.
Then Mrs. Peabody looked away from Jim and studied the rest of the class. “All of your essays read as if they were written in your sleep. It’s clear to me that you didn’t take the assignment seriously and none of you spent more than ten minutes on it. Just one of you had the courage to be as imaginative as I asked you to be. Jim Martin is only one who got an A on the assignment. Now I’m going to ask him to come up here and read his story to you as an example of thinking independently and being creative.
” Then, being Mrs. Peabody, she added sternly, “though he should’ve a little more attention to proper spelling and grammar.”
Hands trembling, Jim walked to the front of the classroom in triumph, as if he were climbing to the summit of Mount Everest or were the first person to step onto the surface of Mars.
What a small thing really, he now reflected as he dodged through the crowded hallway, just a single assignment. But what a difference that moment had made to him.
Strolling into his home room now, Jim unslung his book bag and sat down as the last of the students filed in. He could see that some of them too were filled with excitement, some with anticipation.
Some with curiosity.
And some were nervous. Just like him, on this hot, hot Indian Summer morning in September.
Then the bell rang, a jarring noise, and eventually silence filled the room, silence broken only by the shuffle of papers, the click of pens, the snapping clasps of purses. The students looked toward the teacher’s desk.
Silence . . .
Jim took a deep breath, paused and he stood. He turned around and picked up a marker. He wrote on the white board, “Mr. Jim Martin, Home Room and Eighth-grade English.” And he added his office hours beneath his name.
He turned back and said, “Good morning, class.” And with a smile he looked over his students on this, the first day of school . . . and his very first day as a teacher. How strange it was, he thought, to be starting his career here at Thomas Jefferson, the same school where he himself had been a student so many years ago and where he’d learned so much.
Like knowing when to fight and when to walk away—but always looking out for left hooks.
And loving learning for itself, whatever the subject you’re studying, even if you only get a C plus.
And always having the courage to think for yourself and to be creative—but making sure you use proper spelling and grammar.
Then he pulled his lesson plan and class roster out of his book bag and as he called the name of each of his students he thought again briefly about Coach LaBell and Mr.
Carter and Mrs. Peabody and the teachers here and in the other schools Jim had attended throughout his life and he knew that, like them, he too was going to make a difference.
(C) 2002 Jeffery W. Deaver
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Top 10 First Day of School Books
Is there anything quite like the first day of school? The excitement and nerves about the new year are indescribable. I never start the year without a stack of first day of school books to help me through the day!
Heading back to school is such a fun, nerve-racking, overwhelming time for everyone! Parents, teachers and students alike tend to feel nervous about something (though it may be different for all of them).
Books help calm nerves, let students relax, and give the kids a shared experience.
I have a variety of books available to grab on that first day. If we don’t get to them all – it’s okay!
A few of these books are for specific lessons.
Others are just for times when we need a breather. This gives a chance to get comfortable with our routines and also gives us the chance to get comfortable in what will soon be a familiar setting.
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First Day Jitters
This book is a MUST READ on the first day of school! I like to read it early in the morning on that day so anyone who feels nervous will know they’re not alone.
You see a man in this book trying to coax someone to get ready for the first day of school. Students may think that he’s talking to his son or daughter, but it turns out he’s talking to his wife.
It’s the TEACHER who has the first day jitters! I love that it flips the script so students who are feeling nervous know they are not alone.
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Mae’s First Day of School
Mae is feeling really nervous about the first day of school.
She is so nervous she doesn’t even want to go. (Imagine how many kids might feel the same!)
Thankfully she meets some wonderful people at school. This book is a great opportunity to share how you can make someone feel better, more comfortable and happier when they feel nervous, which also happens to be the perfect introduction into how to be a great friend.
I like to pair this book with “First Day Jitters” to show a student’s perspective. You can even do an anchor chart to compare and contrast feelings if you have the time!
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School’s First Day of School
This books is a newer one on my list. It had to be included because if we’re looking at different perspectives, how could we forget our school building?! ?
Students can identify with the way the school is feeling while also gaining some comfort with their own school building’s spaces. This book is a perfect read before touring the building! Students may even have empathy for the school building in a way they wouldn’t have otherwise.
It’s a win-win!
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The Kissing Hand
If your classroom has kids who have never been to school before or are struggling with leaving their caregivers, this book is a must-read!
This sweet story is about a little raccoon named Chester who doesn’t want to leave his mom to go to school. (I bet we have all met a kid or two like this!)
Chester’s mom reassures him in a way that will help your kids feel reassured as well. I like to pass out heart stickers for students to put on their hands. Anytime they are missing their caregiver, they can hug their sticker close.
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The Pigeon HAS to Go to School
If your students are anything like mine, they LOVE pigeon. Not only is he super funny, he’s very relatable for our students.
There is nothing quite like coaxing my students to respond to a book the first time.
They are so surprised I want them to talk during a read aloud! #coolteacher
This new book is a must have for back to school! I can imagine pulling this off the shelf when we all need a break to laugh and build community on the first day.
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The Day You Begin
First of all, make sure you read this sweet book to yourself before you read it to your class because it is SPECIAL and you might (I did!) tear up.
It’s such an important message to tell kids from DAY ONE that every single one is different in the best way and so important in your classroom.
This book encourages kids to connect to one another even when they might feel scared or alone. What an important message for all of us!
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How to Get Your Teacher Ready
This book turns the tables. The kids get to tell the teacher how to get ready for all of the things that are coming up this school year.
It starts with the first day, ends with the last day and shares about all of the fun milestones in between. What a great preview to get your kids excited about what is to come this school year.
I love giving my students the chance to be leaders on the first day because that is who I ultimately want them to be by the end of the year! Giving them this responsibility is empowering.
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Preschool, Here I come!
Kindergarten, Here I Come!
First Grade, Here I Come!
Second Grade, Here I Come!
Preschool, Kindergarten, First Grade, and Second Grade, here we come! There is one of these books for each grade level by David J. Steinberg.
I like these books because they are filled with all of the things your kids encounter in that school year. You can read a page here and there throughout your day. It’s a big bonus that they are grade specific!
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David Goes to School
This book gives your class the perfect opportunity to do two things:
1.
Determine classroom rules and boundaries
2. Laugh!
David’s antics are so funny and relatable to teachers and students alike, reading about his first day of school is a great first step to a positive classroom climate. Make sure you laugh with them as you read!
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How I Spent My Summer Vacation
This imaginative story will catch the attention of your students with it’s funny twists and turns. Your students will be so excited to share about their summer adventures, too!
I love using this as an intro to a sharing and writing activity. This is one that I keep on the shelf on the first day but I may not get to it and that’s okay! We have a lot of school days left on the calendar. 😉
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“Do you really read ALL of those books on the very first day?”
Any of the books we don’t read on the first day stay on the shelf until we get the chance to crack them open.
I almost always have a student point out a book we didn’t read and ask “Aren’t we going to read that one?”
It is the perfect opportunity to say “Maybe we will get to it tomorrow. I can’t wait to see you then. I have a great day planned for us.” What better way to build excitement for another great school day?
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What are your favorite first day of school books? Are there any I should add to my shelf? Let me know below 👇
If you’re looking for even MORE books for back to school, check out my favorite back to school books!
My first day at school
The first of September is the first day of school. It is a happy day for all schoolchildren and their parents. It is especially a great holiday for those boys and girls who are beginning to go to school.
Let’s go out and see what people are doing in the streets this morning. There are a lot of schoolchildren in the streets.
They are going to school. Boys and girls are carrying schoolbags, many of them have flowers in their hands. Senior pupils are going to school by themselves, but small children are going with their parents at their side.
There are pupils in the schoolyard. They are not playing games this morning. They are speaking about the summer holidays, about their new teachers and what is new at school. Music is playing and soon a meeting begins. The pupils, their parents and other people who are present listen to the director's speech. Then a small girl with flowers is ringing the bell. The pupils are going to their classrooms and school year is beginning.
The first of September is the first day of study. This is a happy day for all students and their parents. This is especially a great holiday for those boys and girls who are starting to go to school.
Let's go outside and see what people are doing on the streets this morning. There are many students there. They are going to school.
Boys and girls carry briefcases, many of them holding flowers. Senior students go to school on their own, and small children go with their parents.
There are many students in the school yard. They are not playing games this morning. They talk about summer holidays, their new teachers, and what's new at school. The music is playing and the lineup will start shortly. The students, their parents and other people who are present listen to the principal's speech. Then a little girl with flowers rings a bell. Pupils go to classes and the school year begins.
Topic: My usual day at school
Topic: My usual day at school
I well my first day at school. There were oodles of flowers, excited parents and nice songs older pupils were singing. Then it somehow became usual or even boring – parents who woke me up, when , classes that seemed to be endless and the weekdays, which looked very much alike. Every school day began early, so I often crawled to school sleepy.
I remember my first day at school well.
There were many flowers, excited parents, and good songs sang by high school students. Then everything somehow became ordinary or even boring - parents who woke me up when I had the sweetest dreams, activities that seemed endless, and weekdays that looked very similar. Every school day started early, so I often trudged to school sleepy.
Now, when I'm , everything looks different. We in classes, have discos and go picnicking. My parents any more. . I do some exercises to keep fit and run into the bathroom. When , I do without exercises at all, as I'm short of time. I generally do them before going to bed or don't do at all.
Now that I'm in my senior year, things look different. We have fun in the classroom, arrange discos and go on picnics. My parents don't have to wake me up anymore. I get up myself. I do some exercises to keep fit and run to the bathroom. When I'm lazy, I do without exercise at all, since I don't have much time. Then I usually do them before bed or don't do them at all.
My breakfast is simple – cocoa or decaffeinated coffee with a cookie or a buttered bread. My parents always make me eat something before school. When my mom is away on business and dad goes early, I can have no breakfast, because I've got in my bag – an apple or a chocolate bar.
My breakfast is simple - cocoa or decaffeinated coffee with pastries or bread and butter. My parents always make me eat something before school. When my mom is on a business trip and my dad leaves early, I may not have breakfast because I always have something to eat in my bag - an apple or a chocolate bar.
My way to school is short. I get there in five minutes. I remember how long to it when I was 6. Our classes start at 8.30 a.m. and finish at about 2 p.m. I've got seven or six classes. After classes I stay at school later three or four times a week because I attend the English language club and participate in some sports activities.
My way to school is short. I get there in five minutes.
I remember how long I dragged myself to her when I was 6 years old. Classes start at 8:30 am and end at about 2 pm. I have seven or six lessons. After classes I stay at school three or four times a week because I attend the English Club and take part in some sports activities.
When I am back home, I have dinner. Then I listen to music or look through newspapers or magazines. After a short rest, I get down to my home assignment. It usually takes me three or four hours to cope with it properly. I don't have much time for television or my friends. But sometimes I find time for an interesting TV program or for doing things with my friends.
My School Day
On week days I get my alarm-clock for a quarter past seven but I get up at half-past seven. It takes me about ten minutes to wash and get dressed and then I go downstairs and have breakfast. Usually for breakfast I drink a cup of tea and have some marmalade and a toast. Then quickly I sort out my books for the day and meet my friend at the corner of my street at ten past eight.
By twenty past eight we are at school and we are able to talk to out friends for twenty minutes before we have to go to our separate classes for registration at twenty minutes to nine. At nine o'clock our lessons start. They last for forty-five minutes but then at eleven o'clock we have mid-morning breakfast for twenty minutes and then have one more lesson before lunch-time.
At twenty past twelve we have a lunch break and usually we all sit in the dining-hall and eat our sandwiches with our friends, or a few of us have school dinner. If the weather is I nice we sit in the playground and eat our lunch there. We have two lessons from half-past one to half-past three and then it is home-time.
After a tiring day at school I relax by sitting down and talking to my mother about my day until dinner is ready at five o'clock. After dinner I start my homework. I always have something to do, either to read a book, or to do some exercises or write an essay or learn for a test.
By nine o'clock I always try to finish doing my homework so then I can relax by talking to my family and watching television. Then I go to bed at half-past ten in order to be up bright and early the following day.
My school day
On weekdays I set my alarm for a quarter past seven, but I get up at half past seven. It takes me about ten minutes to wash and get dressed, and then I go downstairs to have breakfast. I usually have a cup of tea and toast with jam for breakfast. Then I quickly pack my textbooks and meet a friend on the street corner at 8:10 am.
At twenty past eight we are already at school, and we can chat with friends for twenty minutes before we have to go to class at twenty minutes to nine. At nine o'clock - the beginning of the lessons. They last for forty-five minutes, but at eleven o'clock we have breakfast for twenty minutes, and then we have another lesson before lunch.
At 1220 we have a snack break and we usually sit in the cafeteria with friends and eat sandwiches that we took from home, a few of us have our afternoon tea here in the cafeteria.
If the weather is good, we sit on the playground and eat there. Then we have two more lessons until half past four, and then it's time to go home.
After a tiring day at school, I relax by chatting with my mother about how my day went while lunch is being prepared. After lunch I start doing my homework. I always have something to do: read a book, do exercises, write an essay or study for a test. By nine o'clock I always try to finish my homework so I can relax and chat with my family members and watch TV. Then I go to bed at half past ten to wake up full of energy the next morning.
The first of September is an unforgettable day for all of us.
Here, I have posted three templates that will help you write a short essay on this topic.
Essays are prepared by levels - for the smallest and beginners, and for more advanced ones.
All texts are in English with translation.
The last topic with audio voice acting, very useful for those who train the perception of English speech by ear.
My First Day Of School - Beginner level
I'm Nastya Ivanova.
I study in class 3th.
I love my school very much.
Every child is eager to join school.
I remember my first day in the school.
I was very small at that time.
My mom took me to the 1st class.
My class teacher's name was Maria Ivanovna.
She took me to the class.
She was very kind to me.
She used to love me a lot.
We only played games the first day.
On this day my mom had prepared my favorite lunch and I told to my parents about my first day at school.
Translation
My first day at school
My name is Nastya Ivanovna.
I am in the third grade.
I love my school very much.
Every child wants to go to school.
I remember my first day at school.
I was still very young then.
My mother took me to first grade.
My class teacher's name was Maria Ivanovna.
She took me to class.
She was very kind to me.
She loved me very much.
The first day at school we only played games.
On this day, my mother cooked my favorite meal and I told my parents about my first day at school.
My First Day in School - Intermediate level
I remember my first day at school very vividly.
I was six years old at that time.
It was a bright sunny day.
It was September 1st. I woke up early that day.
I remember feeling very excited.
I got myself prepared.
"I'm grown up now. Today is my first day of school,” I said.
My mom took me to my school.
I was excited and scared a little bit on the way to school.
I had flowers in my hands.
My blue bag contained some new books, exercise books, pencils and pens.
There were many children near my new school.
Some came by bus, some came by car and some walked like me.
When I entered the classroom my classmates came running up and asked my name.
A teacher told me to sit in the first bench. Then, all students in the class introduced their names and information.
Our teacher was telling us stories and was showing us pictures.
At 12-30 the last bell went. The classes were over.
When I reached home, I was quite glad. I told my mother about the new school.
She was glad to hear the account of my first day.
This day was a memorable day for me, because I liked the school.
Every child's first day at school is always very exciting!
Translation
I remember my first day at school very well.
I was six years old. It was a bright sunny day. September 1st.
I woke up early that day.
I remember being very worried.
"Now, I'm big, I'm going to school today." - I said.
My mother took me to school.
On the way, I was worried and a little afraid.
I had flowers in my hands.
And in the blue briefcase were new textbooks, notebooks, pencils and pens.
There were many children near the school.
Someone came by bus, someone came by car, and someone came on foot, like me.
When I entered the classroom, my classmates ran up to me and asked me my name.
The teacher told me to sit at the first desk.
Then, each student gave their name and provided information about themselves.
Our teacher told us all kinds of stories and showed us pictures.
At 12:30 the last bell rang. Classes are over.
When I came home, I was very pleased. I told my mom about the new school. She was glad to hear my opinion about my first day of school. This day was unforgettable for me because I liked school.
The first day of school is always exciting for every child!
My First Day Of School — listening
I remember my first day of school.
I was excited, but I was afraid.
I held my mother's hand as we walked to the school.
When we got near the school, I wouldn't let her hold my hand anymore.
I didn't want to look like a baby.
We got to the school.
The school looked very big and frightening.
There were children outside on the playground.
They all looked very big.
I looked at them, and some of them looked at me.
I felt very small.
My mother and I went into the school and found the kindergarten room.
There were children in there.
Most of them were the same size as me.
My mother spoke to the kindergarten teacher.
The teacher was very nice.
She said my name, and she introduced me to some of the other children.
I already knew some of the children because they lived near me.
I began to play with some of the things that were in the classroom.
There were toy trucks, coloring books, and even a doll house.
I soon forgot to be scared, and I began to play with the other children.
I didn't even notice that my mother had left the room.
In school we sang songs, played some games and listened as the teacher read us a story.
I had a lot of fun on my first day of school.
I even drew a picture of my teacher.
I took the picture home, and my mother put it on the refrigerator.
I like school.
It is a good place to meet new friends and learn all about the world.
Translation
I remember my first day at school. I was happy, but I was afraid.
When we were going to school, I held my mother's hand.
When we got to the school, I didn't let her hold my hand anymore because I didn't want to look like a child anymore.
We came to school.
The school looked very big and scary.
There were children on the playground. They all looked very big.
I looked at them and they looked at me.
I felt very small.
Mom and I went to the school and found the children's room.
There were children there. Most of them were the same height as me.
My mother talked to the teacher. She was very good.
She said my name and introduced me to other children.
I already knew some of the children because they lived near me.
I started playing with the toys that were in the classroom.
There were toy trucks, coloring books and even a doll house.
Very soon my fear disappeared and I began to play with other children.
I didn't even notice that my mother wasn't in class.
At school we sang songs, played games and listened to the teacher read a story to us.
I really enjoyed my first day at school.
I even drew a portrait of my teacher.
I took this picture home and my mother put it on the refrigerator.
I like the school.
This is a good place to meet new friends and learn all about the world.
Composition September 1 My first day at school Grade 1
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So it's September 1st. Morning. Thick fog covers the sleeping forest and the mysterious field with an impenetrable veil.
When the sun rises, everything around is seething and sparkling with bright colors. The rays of the sun lit orange aspens and yellow maples, solemn in their festive splendor. How do you not want to get up early in the morning. But today is my big day - I'm going to school for the first time!
The alarm is ringing. I got up at 7 am, brushed my teeth, my mother cooked a delicious breakfast in the kitchen. Then I put on the very first school suit in my life. It was so exciting, but at the same time very interesting. I took a large bouquet in my hands and smiled. Looking in the mirror, I realized how big I have become and how I don’t want to say goodbye to childhood. But, unfortunately, time runs inexorably. And here I am on the threshold of the school.
The first thing that caught my eye was the sounds. I close my eyes and imagine. I step on the threshold of the school, and a whole stream of sounds falls on me. School bells, the voices of children and teachers, the loud clatter of heels.
The voices of teachers and students are heard from behind the classroom doors. And all this merges into one monotonous noise. But as soon as the teacher leaves the classroom, a hum begins to appear at first, then everything turns into a loud noise.
Children run in the corridors, various screams and laughter are heard everywhere during breaks. As soon as you begin to approach the school, everything becomes clear and understandable. Imagining mute silence, it starts to become a little creepy. The school fills us with all kinds of sounds, and it's really wonderful.
I open my eyes and understand that all this awaits me in the future, and now there is a solemn line, congratulations will sound from all sides and the first school bell in my life will ring. Yes, I have been waiting for this day, because I really want this day to remain in my memory for the rest of my life. Tomorrow school will start, and now I want to enjoy the wonderful moments of this day and this life!
Option 2
Many people have memories, both good and bad.
My first memory connected with school is, in fact, the first trip to school.
It was the first of September. My mother and I handed over the documents, and already on the first of September, in a suit and with flowers, I solemnly walked into this temple of knowledge to gnaw at the granite of science. I remember a lot from that day. Then it was still warm, but not enough to go without a jacket, so I went in it. On the way, I asked my mother to come home, but she did not listen to me, which is probably good, because if I had not come that day, I would not have met all those people who are now my best friends. Arriving at the school, we lined up in fifteen people and listened to the director's speech.
There were many different children there, some older, some younger, but they all had one thing in common - they all came here for knowledge. No matter who it was, the seventh graders who have been here for years, or the first graders like me who came here for the first time, we all had the same goal.
After the line, we went to look at the classes in which we had to unlearn for the next eleven years. First we looked at the class of mathematics and technical sciences, then we went to the literary class, and then to all the others. Most of all I liked the class of natural science and biology. I remember very strongly all those skeletons and exhibits presented in the audience as in a museum. Perhaps my future profession will be related to this science. In any case, I liked our school, because of which I received a huge incentive to study well and as diligently as possible.
After examining the classes, we were sent to the lessons, after which I met all the guys from my class, who later became my close friends. In any case, the first of September and the first trip to school is one of my best and most pleasant memories of my entire life. That day I met a lot of good people with whom I still communicate well. The first of September is a wonderful moment in the life of any schoolchild, which happens only once in a lifetime, and which must be remembered and appreciated.
This was my first of September, very pleasant and memorable. I think I will remember this day for a long time.
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