Set 1: Essay On My First Day in School 400 Words
Apart from birthdays and festivals, there are certain memorable days in our life which we can never forget. Going to school for the first time is a thrilling experience for any child. One can never forget this occasion and its impression lasts forever.
I am a student of the 6th standard. But I still remember my first day in school. My sister who is 4 years elder to me, was a student of Sharada Mandir. My parents decided to enroll my name in the same school. I was admitted to the
My school at the age of 5 years. | still remember that day. It was a rainy day. My mother woke me up early in the morning. I had a bath and got ready for school. I had milk and bread for breakfast. I wore the school uniform. I was very excited when I saw new shoes, a schoolbag, and all other accessories. My father drove my sister and me to
school. The school had a big and beautiful three-storeyed building. A watchman in khaki uniform was standing at the main gate. My father parked the car near the main gate and we all entered the school. My sister went to her classroom. My father took me to the Principal’s office. Many children along with their parents were standing in front of the office.
The Principal serially called out the children and then signed their admission form. I was admitted to the first standard. My classroom was on the ground floor, When į entered the classroom, I saw 20 to 25 students present there. I also saw Sudha’s sister in the classroom. Sudha is my sister’s friend. She welcomed me. My class teacher asked me to take a seat in the first row. After two hours we had our recess. We all closed our schoolbags and came out.
My sister was waiting for me outside the classroom. Both of us finished our tiffins. After that, we played for some time and went back to our respective classrooms. Our class teacher told us about the rules and regulations that we need to follow in the school. Then she gave us the list of books, asked us to learn the tables. She also asked me to recite a poem. She congratulated me for reciting it correctly.
The school got over at 12.30 p.m. My sister came to pick me up. She carried me to the main gate where our mother was waiting for us. All three of us took a rickshaw and came back home. I feel very happy and pleased when I remember my first day of school.
Set 2: Essay On My First Day in School 500 Words
School is regarded as a temple of learning. It is also considered as a training institution for future good citizens. Unfortunately, not all children are lucky to go to school. A school is a training ground for the child. The child builds new relations, meets boys and girls of different natures, and forms new thoughts and habits. The right kind of school is of great importance because a school prepares the child for taking up different challenges in life.
My parents had enrolled me in a local school at the age of five. The memory of my first day in school is still fresh in my mind. It was a big school. It had six floors. There were thirty classes in my school. In all, there were thirty-three teachers and four sirs. There was a separate room for the Principal. He was a very strict person. The school had a compound where we played during thirty minutes recess. There was a big ground behind the school. However, we were not allowed to go there.
One day my parents took me to the Principal’s room and got me admitted to the school. I was very afraid of seeing the big white beard of the Principal. He asked me my name, my age, and some other small questions. I answered them nervously. Later after having some talks with my parents, he gave me a small packet of candies and asked me to distribute them among my classmates after school reopened next month.
In the next twenty days, the school reopened. As it was my very first day, I went crying to the school. I felt very bad leaving my parents. I entered the class and sat on the first bench. My class teacher entered the class. She seemed very kind. She treated me very well. In the beginning, I felt a bit nervous in the new atmosphere. Children looked at me surprisingly and smiled. Maybe because I was little fat and tall than them. That day I got my first lesson in English alphabets and Maths digits.
The bell for recess rang. Children rushed out of the classroom. Some of them gathered around me as if they were watching some strange creature. They started laughing at me and made fun of me. I felt very bad. However, a few children felt sad for the trouble caused to me by other children in the class. Some came forward to support me. This was something very new for me.
The final bell rangat two o’clock in the afternoon. All the children were overjoyed. Even I was happy that the first day got ended. I picked up my bag and water bottle and hurried back to my home.
Set 3: Essay On My First Day in School
Apart from birthdays and festivals, there are certain memorable days in our life which we can never forget. Going to school for the first time is a thrilling experience for any child. One can never forget this occasion and its impression lasts for ever.
I am a student of gth standard. But I still remember my first day in school. My sister who is 4 years elder to me, was a student of Sharada Mandir. My parents decided to enroll my name in the same school. I was admitted to the
school at the age of 5 years. | still remember that day. It was a rainy day. My mother woke me up early in the morning. I had a bath and got ready for the school. I had milk and bread for breakfast. I wore the school uniform. I was very excited when I saw new shoes, schoolbag and all other accessories. My father drove my sister and me to
school. The school had a big and beautiful three storeyed building. A watchman in khaki uniform was standing at the main gate. My father parked the car near the main gate and we all entered the school. My sister went to her classroom. My Father took me to the Principal’s office. Many children along with their parents were standing in front of the office. The Principal serially called out the children and then signed their admission form. I was admitted in the first standard. My classroom was on the ground floor, When į entered the classroom, I saw 20 to 25 students present there. I also saw Sudha’s sister in the classroom. Sudha is my sister’s friend. She welcomed me. My class teacher asked me to take a seat in the first row. After two hours we had our recess. We all closed our schoolbags and came out.
My sister was waiting for me outside the classroom. Both of us finished our tiffins. After that we played for some time and went back to our respective classrooms. Our class teacher told us about the rules and regulations that we need to follow in the school. Then she gave us the list of books, asked us to learn the tables. She also asked me to recite a poem. She congratulated me for reciting it correctly.
The school got over at 12.30 p.m. My sister came to pick me up. She carried me to the main gate where our mother was waiting for us. All three of us took a rickshaw and came back home. I feel very happy and pleased when I remember my first day of school.
Set 4: Essay On My First Day in School
A lot of the things I did just yesterday I will have difficulty in remembering but many years ago my first day in school, I remember in every detail. It was a Wednesday morning in March at Mount Abu. It was a cold morning and I was shivering because I did not want anything to spoil the new school uniform I was wearing.
The previous day my Mother, Father and I had visited the school to see my class and meet my class teacher and so I knew where I had to go and who would be my teacher.
That day my mother woke me up very early. I was just two and a half years old and I cried when I was awoken so early. She reminded I had to go to school that day and I quietened down and went through the process of getting ready fast. My mother gave me a bath. That day she prepared my most favourite breakfast which I had happily. For my recess break too she prepared my favourite upma and packed it neatly into my new tiffin box and put it into my bag. I was ready and waiting outside before my Mum and Dad joined me. The taxi brought us to school well in time. My parents took me to my class where the teacher Mrs. Varghese stood with open arms to receive me. She was a very kind and gentle lady. I was the first student to reach her class. After speaking briefly to her my parents kissed me and assuring that they would return to pick me up, they went away.
My teacher showed me where to sit and made me comfortable. Just then a class mate of mine came, a girl by the name of Richa and she was crying loudly. Soon after her many came in with their parents and all were crying. I felt that there must be something that I am supposed to fear and so I too started crying. My teacher sang for us, played music for us, acted the clown for us but we just cried. In the end she started crying and then one by one we stopped crying. I went over to my teacher and told her not to cry. Then my teacher stopped crying and we did whatever she told us to do. We loved her because she was just like us.
Set 5: Essay On My First Day in School
My mother accompanied me to school on the first day. Other parents accompanied their children as well. We all waited in front of the school office.
Soon a teacher came and led us to some classrooms. There we were put into four separate classes. This was when some children began to cry as the parents were not allowed into the classrooms. I did not cry because I had been to kindergarten before. Actually my mother went home soon after for she knew I would be all right.
It was an enjoyable time for me as I got to know my new classmates. The teacher was very busy writing down our particulars so we had plenty of time to ourselves.
Meantime some children continued to sob while their parents looked in anxiously through the windows.
Soon recess came. Some of us headed for the tuckshop while the rest headed for their parents. I bought a drink with the money my mother gave me. Getting to know my new friends had made me thirsty.
After recess we went back to our classroom and my new friends and I managed to coax two boys to stop crying. In fact, soon we were laughing and playing together. Once in a while the teacher had to tell us to keep quiet as we were making too much noise.
Still some parents looked in anxiously through the windows.
Finally the bell rang for us to go home. Some of us relieved to be reunited with our parents. I too were very was glad to see my mother waiting for me at the school gate. I had made many friends. It had been a wonderful first day at school.
Set 6: Essay On My First Day in School
This is my third school. Yet, on the day I joined it, I was very nervous. We had shifted to Singapore recently and so I had to change to this school.
This school is very different from my previous one. It has a very grand and imposing building. There are big playgrounds on two sides and a beautiful garden in front. I was very happy to come to this school and had visions of all the games that I would be able to play. And yet I was full of apprehensions.
I saw some students walking around. They seemed to be quite indifferent to me. A few even stared at me insolently. It frightened me. How would I get along with these students? Just at that time, the class teacher of my class came out of the Principal’s room. She took me to my class, introduced me to the students, asked a student to give a seat to me and told me that I should sit there every day. That student did not even say ‘hello’ to me. All my apprehensions came to the fore. I felt very alone and stupid.
Then the bell rang. The teacher left the class. Some five-six students crowded round me, asking my name, telling me theirs, making fun of each other and pulling each other’s leg. Soon I was one of them. What I considered their aloofness was just discipline. How could they talk in front of the teacher! Now, I love my school.
Set 7: Essay On My First Day in School
I got admission in the nursery class after my parents and I were interviewed. Yesterday was my first day at school. I went to school with my father and elder sister, When I entered the school building I found many boys and girls with their parents and guardians. Some of them had come for getting admission and others were to join the school for the first day.
The building of the school was very beautiful. There were forty rooms and the Principal’s office was on the ground floor. It was a two-storeyed building. In the library, a large number of boys and girls were reading magazines and newspapers. Some boys and girls were playing different games in the playground.
Many parents and children were going in and then coming out of the Principal’s office after the interview. I went to my classroom. My class teacher Mrs. George was teaching the class. On entering the class room, I greeted my teacher and I was asked to sit. She taught us English, Hindi and some numbers with the help of pictures and toys. I was very happy to learn through playway method. After the class my teacher introduced me to all the students of my class.
In the recess, many classmates came to me and asked my name and address. We ate our lunch together. After recess we had periods of games and music. Then the last bell went and the school was over. My father had already come and was waiting for me. I went home along with my father. I liked the school and enjoyed my first day at school.
Set 8: Essay On My First Day in School
A lot of the things I did just yesterday I will have difficulty in remembering but many years ago my first day in school, I remember in every detail. It was a Wednesday morning in June and it was raining. But I was not ready to wear a raincoat. because I did not want anything to spoil the new school uniform I was wearing.
The previous day my Mother, Father and I had visited the school to see my class and meet my class teacher and so I knew where I had to go and who would be my teacher.
That day my mother woke me up very early. I was just two and a half years old and I cried when I was awoken so early. She reminded I had to go to school that day and I quietened down and went through the process of getting ready fast. My mother gave me a bath. That day she prepared my most favourite breakfast which I had happily. For my recess break too she prepared my favourite Cheese burger and packed it neatly into my new tiffin box and put it into my bag.
I was ready and waiting outside before my Mum and Dad joined me. The taxi brought us to school well in time. My parents took me to my class where the teacher Mrs. Varghese stood with open arms to receive me. She was a very kind and gentle lady. I was the first student to reach her class. After speaking briefly to her my parents kissed me and assuring that they would return to pick me up, they went away.
My teacher showed me where to sit and made me comfortable. Just then a class mate of mine came, a girl by the name of Richa and she was crying loudly. Soon after her many came in with their parents and all were crying. I felt that there must be something that I am supposed to fear and so I too started crying. My teacher sang for us, played music for us, acted the clown for us but we just cried. In the end she started crying and then one by one we stopped crying. I went over to my teacher and told her not to cry. Then my teacher stopped crying and we did whatever she told us to do. We loved her because she was just like us.
Set 9: Essay On My First Day in School
Loknath Memorial School is a very big school with large grounds and three huge buildings. I entered the school gate, clutching both my parents’ hands as I was very nervous. My mother put a gentle arm around my shoulders and I felt a little comforted.
A peon from the school showed my parents the way to the principal’s office. Now I was almost in tears. As we entered the room, the principal rose from his chair and walked up to me. He held out his hand and my father gave me a little push towards him. We shook hands and he welcomed me to his school. He was cheerful and tried to make me smile, putting some sweets into my pocket.
Then we were sent to the Primary Department as I was to start my first day in class III. The teacher greeted my parents, took me by the hand and led me to a desk in the first row. I looked at my parents and waved as they turned to leave.
The teacher introduced me to the class and all the children said a loud “hello” to me. At once I felt I belonged to the class. During the break, some boys gathered around me and asked me many questions. We talked for a while, then it was time for lessons again. Naveen, who sat beside me, very kindly shared his text books with me as my parents hadn’t bought my books, on the first day. During the last period we had a singing class. I joined in happily as I love music.
The boys rushed out when the bell rang at 1.00 p.m. and I ran out too, eager to reach home.
Set 10: Essay On My First Day in School
The family was extremely excited that day. My parents had taken me to the temple the previous day and my bag was packed with great care. I was to go to School for the first time in my life.
I was three years old and I still remember the day I first went to school. My father came to drop me to my classroom and helped me to get familiar with my teacher and class. I hated the thought of being away from home for so many hours. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I got off the car and held my father’s hand.
My father could sense my fear and tried to cheer me up by drawing my attention to the playground where the swings were inviting me to come and play. I felt a little better as I saw many other boys and girls entering the class where I had to go. Father left me in the room and drove to the house. I felt my heart sink as I saw but I soon began to feel better.
Mrs. Smith. She was a kind lady who made all of us feel comfortable. Soon I realized that school was fun as Mrs. Smith taught us some songs and told us a few stories. She took the place of our mother in our school.
My partner began to share his lunch with me everyday. We became the best of friends and soon I fell in love with my school. However even today, when I think of my first day at school I remember the fear that I had and how my teacher and my friends helped me to overcome this feeling.
My memories of the first day at school haunt me till today. Never again have I experienced such a mixture of strange feelings. The anxiety of being in school along with the excitement of making new friends- all these made my first day at school most memorable and I long for the innocence and fun that was common among me and my friends.
Set 11: Essay On My First Day in School
The family was extremely excited that day. My parents had taken me to the temple the previous day and my bag was packed with great care. I was to go to School for the first time in my life.
I was three years old and I still remember the day I first went to school. My father came to drop me to my classroom and helped me to get familiar with my teacher and class. I hated the thought of being away from home for so many hours. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I got off the car and held my father’s hand.
My father could sense my fear and tried to cheer me up by drawing my attention to the playground where the swings were inviting me to come and play. I felt a little better as I saw many other boys and girls entering the class where I had to go. Father left me in the room and drove to the house. I felt my heart sink as I saw but I soon began to feel better.
Mrs. Smith. She was a kind lady who made all of us feel comfortable. Soon I realized that school was fun as Mrs. Smith taught us some songs and told us a few stories. She took the place of our mother in our school.
My partner began to share his lunch with me everyday. We became the best of friends and soon I fell in love with my school. However even today, when I think of my first day at school I remember the fear that I had and how my teacher and my friends helped me to overcome this feeling.
My memories of the first day at school haunt me till today. Never again have I experienced such a mixture of strange feelings. The anxiety of being in school along with the excitement of making new friends- all these made my first day at school most memorable and I long for the innocence and fun that was common among me and my friends.
Set 12: Essay On My First Day in School
My first day at school is a memorable one. I saw boys go to school and I also felt a keen desire to be among them. One day, when I was hardly seven, my father took me to the school in a neighbouring village at a distance of a kilometre and half from my own. It was a small primary school. There were two teachers, the head teacher and his assistant.
We went straight to the head teacher, as he was already known to my father. The head teacher scanned me from head to foot and remarked that I seemed to be intelligent and promising. My father offered him the sweets that we had brought with us. The sweets were distributed among the students of the school and I was admitted to the first infant class. My father left and I was sent to the assistant teacher.
The assistant teacher was a bug-bear for me. He carried in his hand a big cane. He now beats one boy most mercilessly and then another. I trembled with fear in my shoes. My blood curdled cold in my veins. I cursed my stars. At last, the teacher turned his attention towards me. He taught me the first few letters of the Urdu alphabet and asked me to memorise them. On a gloomy afternoon, with an aching heart, I was cramming the first few letters of the Urdu alphabet. What on earth did they mean? What was their sense? It all seemed absolute
rigmarole to me. However, there was one thing I could always do; I could learn by heart. In due course, the teacher returned.
“Have you learned it?” he asked.
“I think I can say it, Sir,” I replied. I gabbled it off.
He seemed to be satisfied with it. My fears were a bit allayed.
I hated the school. What a life of anxiety at the school! I wept in my heart at the loss of my freedom. I yearned for my mother’s kisses, love and tenderness. I badly missed the cakes and biscuits. I badly missed my friends. I was deprived of my games and pranks. I lost all smiles and joy. I counted the minutes and hours to the end of the daily round of school.
200 During the recess period, all my class fellows crowded around me. One pulled my ear, another my shirt and the third pulled my hair. A boy knocked me to the gro ground. I received bruises on my knees and elbows. I could not help crying.
At 4 o’clock, the last bell rang. I made for home along with my village fellows. I told everything to my mother. I wept but she consoled me and advised me to bear it all. My fears were not dispelled. But there was no way out of it. I must go to school and face the teacher’s rod.
Set 13: Essay On My First Day in School
School is regarded as a temple of learning. It is also considered as a training institution for future good citizens. Unfortunately, not all children are lucky to go to school. A school is a training ground for the child. The child builds new relations, meets boys and girls of different natures and forms new thoughts and habits. A right kind of school is of great importance because a school prepares the child for taking up different challenges in life.
My parents had enrolled me in a local school at the age of five. The memory of my first day in school is still fresh in my mind. It was a big school. It had six floors. There were thirty classes in my school. In all, there were thirty-three teachers and four sirs. There was a separate room for the principal. He was very strict person. The school had a compound where we played during thirty minutes recess. There was a big ground behind the school. However, we were not allowed to go there.
One day my parents took me to the Principal’s room and got me admitted in the school. I was very afraid seeing big white beard of the Principal. He asked me my name, my age and some other small questions. I answered them nervously. Later after having some talks with my parents, he gave me a small packet of candies and asked me to distribute them among my classmates after school reopened next month.
In next twenty days, school reopened. As it was my very first day, I went crying to the school. I felt very bad leaving my parents. I entered the class and sat on the first bench. My class teacher entered in the class. She seemed very kind. She treated me very well. In the beginning, I felt a bit nervous in the new atmosphere. Children looked at me surprisingly and smiled. May be because I was little fat and tall than them. That day I got my first lesson in English alphabets and Maths digits.
The bell for recess rang. Children rushed out of the classroom. Some of them gathered around me as if they were watching some strange creature. They started laughing at me and made fun of me. I felt very bad. However, a few children felt sad for the trouble caused to me by other children in the class. Some came forward to support me. This was something very new for me.
The final bell rangat two o’clock in the afternoon. All the children were overjoyed. Even I was happy that the first day got ended. I picked up my bag and water bottle and hurried back to my home.
Set 14: Essay On My School
It is very important that every child, rich or poor, goes to school because it is in a school that we learn many important things. We are taught how to behave with others and how to live a better life.
I study at St Martin’s High School, Civil Lines, Lucknow. The school has four buildings. My class de four b is in the building for primary children. The beautiful garden, the grassy lawn and the Ashoka trees along the pathways make the school a beautiful sight.
Besides the beautiful buildings, my school also has a basketball court, a huge field for outdoor games, a swimming pool and a canteen where fresh food is cooked everyday.
Our school takes part in inter-school hockey, football and cricket tournaments, as also in debates and elocution contests. Our school has won many trophies, especially for debates and football.
Every year, our senior students from Class X and XII secure very good results and our school is on the merit list every year.
The principal of our school is a great scholar and our teachers are highly qualified and well trained, so we students get a good foundation in our studies. I am certainly very proud to belong to a school like this.
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