My New Beginning

I wake up. It’s Tuesday, and I realize today will be my very first day of high school. I walk into Stevenson on the first day as a freshman; I feel alone as I am walking down the hall and hear someone say, “I hope today will be a great day.” I have to agree with this stranger’s remark.
I walk to my locker, enter my combination, and it doesn’t open. I try a few more times and still nothing. Just as I was beginning to panic my cousin Jake comes walking up to me.

Jake asks me, “Connor do you need some help?”

I answer, “I can’t seem to get my locker opened.”

He says, “Let me help.”

Jake is able to open my locker for me, but it was done in front of everyone passing in the hallway. This experience makes me feel like I am in an empty cave surrounded by laughter. I go to my first class as a Spartan. I see my friend is in the same class as me, so I sit next to him. The teacher pulls out a seating chart and makes me think, “Oh no.” After she assigns our seats it turns out I am on the opposite side of the classroom as my friend with a bunch of people I don’t know. I know I am a little shy at first, but I am hoping to open up and make new friends by being myself.

Second hour I have to go to the opposite side of the school for gym. I show up a little late and feel embarrassed. It is a good thing we are not doing physical exercises, for the reason that I have not been awake long enough to be active. After gym class I am happy, due to the fact that I am on my way to Global Ed. I am excited to find out what Global Ed is all about.

Third hour flew by and I enjoyed it, but in fourth hour I get my first homework assignment and it is an essay. I am kind of annoyed because who gives homework on the first day of school, and especially an essay.

On to fifth hour I go, and I am feeling good knowing I have only two classes left before my first day of school is over. My biology teacher is so funny I cannot stop laughing; I notice everyone is looking at me and turn beat red.

Now, its sixth hour and I am finding learning a new language can be very confusing and frustrating. I think that I am going to like my Spanish teacher; I found out she went to school with my mom. It really is a small world. School is now over and I walk out felling good. I meet up with my brother only to have him be mad at me because I am late. Then I think this day just won’t end.

The changes to my essay make it better because it has become more clear and easier to understand. I now don’t switch tenses and stop using a lot of then this, next, and after that which is better for the story. Now my story is zoomed in and in my opinion written much better than my previous copy.