First Day of Secondary School - Original Writing
I was so excited yet so terrified at the thought of my first day in
secondary school. It felt much to me like my first day as an adult,
the first day I ever felt grown up.
As I packed my spanking new bag full of spanking new pens and pencils,
I couldn't help but think would all the rumours about head flushing,
bullying and heaps upon heaps of homework be 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 swiftly scurried 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 being shared in Vicki's head, which
put me a little at ease. We proceeded to the car and embarked on our
first ever ride to Bishop Fox's Secondary School.
As we drew nearer the school the pathways far and wide were brimming
with school children. Were some of these strangers going to become my
We pulled up at the entrance. It looked so big compared to my old
school. How was I ever going to learn my way around?
Since we were the new kids, we had to assemble in the school hall with
the rest of our year to have a talk with our head of year. It was easy
to find as it was just through the foyer. We pushed open the bulky
doors and suddenly a wave of deafening noise came gushing into my
ears. Mobs upon mobs of children were all over the place. Everyone was
in their friendship groups from primary school, and we found ours
after several minutes of pushing between the herds of kids. There was
the unfamiliar whiff of a new place in the atmosphere.
In a split second the noise went from thunderous to silent, when our
year head Mr King entered the room. Everyone instantaneously sat down
like a dog obeying its owner, as Mr King gave us the instructions for
the day. After about fifteen minutes of worthless gibberish, we went
on to our first lessons.
The corridors were like a swarming maze. Everyone was crammed in,
grabbing on to people's bags so they wouldn't be pushed over. Finally
after taking a few wrong turnings we found the right class and sat in
our friendship groups. This lesson was maths, and we watched one of
those mind-numbing educational videos. Our teacher, Mrs Branfield had
a strong Somerset accent, and was a nice teacher. She wasn't too
strict but she had the class under control. I was good at maths back
then, so it soon became one of my favourite subjects. I was entered
into the Maths Challenge that year, and came out with a Bronze
certificate, which was good for my year. Our first lesson sped past
and we now were on the mission...