Personal Narrative: My First Day In School Essay

MOVING DAY
Waking up to an average morning walking outside in the crisp morning air to get breakfast for myself. After I ate I headed for school to finish those standardized tests at the end of 6th grade. So far my class did well and was eager to get them over with. While I was in my zone working on the test, I could hear the clock ticking away every precious second passing. I had to get done with my English test before recess. Finally I looked at the clock and the time read 1:53 pm, just with a few minutes to spare, I finally had finished my test. I was glad that one was over with, as I raced home to grab a quick snack before I had to return to school.
I looked in the refrigerator and noticed something missing from the cooler. In the morning before getting breakfast, I saw that there was ham and cheese laying in the refrigerator and there was a big bag of potato chips laying on the counter which was now missing. Searching frantically for it, I ran to my sister Marissa‚Äôs room to ask where it disappeared to. My mom, who was…

My head was buzzing with excitement, nervousness and sadness all at the same time. I knew walking in the school coming back from recess that this was one of the last times I would walk into that school all the emotions and the bitter sweetness was so confusing at the moment. Walking sheepishly back to my desk, I tried my hardest to concentrate on the math test that I so dreaded to take. My mind swirling I started working on the test, also while in the back of my head I was thinking what our new house going to would like? What color is my bike going to be? Where will I go to school? Will I have friends? It was too much to take in all at once. Hurrying through the test so I could just be done, not even caring what my score was going to be. I had bigger questions standing in front of me than the test…