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Fresh
Perspective
by Erika Clarke, Lena Hedayat and Kim Keener , Staff Writers
Fresh out of middle school, the class of 2010 is welcomed to ESHS.
Every freshman is experiencing being in a new school. Some of us
were ecstatic, some were terrified, and most were just lost. This
new school year has brought changes, new students, new teachers, and
a whole new lifestyle. It may seem like being excited over something
as simple as a locker is foolish, but it is the highlight of most
freshmen's day. The smallest change in dress code, such as being
able to wear flip-flops, can also alter your attitude toward coming
to school. Every freshman has a story to tell about the first day of
high school.
My first day's experience was
probably similar to many others. I knew that the dreaded, "do you
have an older brother or sister?" was going to come up, but I wasn't
going to let Angel and Brandon stop me from having the perfect first
day. I walked into school, walked over to my locker, and started to
open it. The sweet sound of the click-and-open made me smile. I put
my books away. As I tried to organize my books in my bottom locker,
I tripped a girl behind me. I apologized as the bell rang. Within a
few minutes, I was off to my first class. Teacher after teacher gave
the traditional class expectancy lecture. By lunch, I'd found the
perfect spot with all my friends. I went to my last two classes, and
I was free to go! Smiling, I walked to my brother's car, ending my
first day.
-Erika Clarke
As the daughter of a district
administrator, I was worried that my teachers would expect more of
me. I was almost late to my first class, and I barely opened my
locker in time to make it to my second. Then, at third period, a
bunch of people crowded around my locker. Frantic because of the
warning minutes left in passing period, I grabbed the wrong book. As
if my being tardy wasn't dramatic enough, I fell out of my seat,
humiliating myself even more. Periods fourth and fifth went by at an
agonizingly slow pace. Sixth period wasn't the highlight of my day,
but it meant that school was almost over. Finally, I could head
home. Suddenly, my mom called me and informed me that I had a
seventh period. I started back to make it in time for journalism. I
thought my class was in R202, but after further investigation, I
realized that I was in the wrong building. I headed toward the
administrations office and asked where the journalism class was.
Maxine guided me to the class, to which I was ten minutes late.
Maxine explained to the class, "She was lost." The worst was over,
and I could finally go home.
-Kim Keener
High school: a big whirl of colors,
sounds, and smells. That sums up my first day, but let me start at
the beginning. Squeezing through the crowded "freshman" hallway, I
glanced down at my list of classes. It was hard to believe I was
finally here, but there was my name, Lena Hedayat in the top corner
of the paper. After tripping through several people, I lowered my
five- foot-eight-inch frame to the ground. A bottom locker, just
beautiful. The monotone bell rang through the school. Period one-
here we go. Even though I've been all over this campus many times,
today I was lost. Luckily, I got to my first class on time. By lunch
I had a handful of class rules, and had met some nice teachers. At
the end of the day, I felt good. It had gone pretty well. What next?
-Lena Hedayat
High
school is about making memories, good and bad. Even though our first
days were rough, we will remember them for the rest of our time
spent here.
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