Personal Narrative Essay: My First Day of Preschool

Today was my first day of preschool. This meant that I wouldn't have to be stuck with my mother all day, plus I would finally get to make new friends. The idea of meeting new people and having a real teacher was all so exciting for me. I was so eager the night before to start school I couldn't sleep all night. Little did I know that day would be one of the most embarrassing days of my life. 

When I woke up this morning, I got straight to work. Brushed my teeth, fixed my hair up, and ate my breakfast. Then we (my sister, and my mother) left the house. We lived pretty close to the school, and it was a nice day out, so we walked. The whole time I could sense my stomach starting to knot and my hands started to tremble. I could feel myself starting to get worried. However, before I could tell my mother we were already at the school, so I didn't have a choice. I just had to ignore the feeling. 

The second we arrived at the office we were greeted by the school principal and the preschool teacher, both of them were terrifying. Something about them just really frightened me and made me more even more anxious than I already was. Still, I knew that I had to do this because I had been begging my mother to start school for months now. If I told her I didn't want to go to school anymore she would get incredibly furious with me, and would never let me go to school. 

Therefore, we followed the principal into the classroom, and immediately I was stunned. All the kids were sitting on a dark blue carpet that had the world map on it with numbers on the edges. Each student had an assigned number they would sit on. Since I was new I got to sit anywhere I wanted, which made me feel very special. I felt happy for the first time in my life, I finally started school and this would be the beginning of a big part of my life. 

Finally, it was time for my mother and my sister to leave, and I would have to be by myself. We said our goodbyes, and I was left alone at school with strangers. Suddenly the knots in my stomach grew tighter, and my teeth started to grind. The classroom started to feel smaller... I felt like I was suffocating. The teacher walked over to me and started speaking to me, but I could not understand what she was saying. I don’t know how to speak English, so I can’t tell her I feel like I’m about to puke. Instead, I ran out of the classroom and found a water fountain to release all the stress out of my stomach. 

After the whole fiasco, the teacher called my mother to pick me up. My mom was back at school in milliseconds. We immediately went home, made some tea, and just watched TV. It’s a shame I never got a “fun” first day of school experience, but who really does? I just hope tomorrow doesn't turn out as horribly as it did today.