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Your school re-opened after a long time . You were so excited. You met your friends and teachers and the day passed so quickly. write a diary entry for the day sharing your feelings and experience.
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I got up with the sun and birds. “Senior year, here I come,” I thought to myself. I got ready, grabbed a quick breakfast, and headed out the door. I was on my way to my first class of the day when I heard the bell. Students rushed past me to get to class but I seemed to be stuck in place. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t — or wouldn’t — take another step. The bell rang louder and louder until I just couldn’t take it anymore. My eyes snapped wide open. Turns out that bell was actually my alarm clock, and I was still in bed, not school. My dream had only really gotten one thing right: It was indeed my last first day of school.
Never did I think that I wouldn’t even have to leave my house to kick off my senior year, but here we are! It was weird, to say the least. I half expected to wake up from yet another dream where everything could go back to how it used to be, but I soon found myself in front of my computer logging into class. Usually, my first day isn’t my teachers’ first day too, but that’s kind of the beauty of it all. In the wise words of Troy Bolton, we’re all in this together: Together through the technical difficulties, awkward silences, and Zoom fatigue (which is very real, by the way). Normally, I would see all the people I had missed over the summer and get to hug them and say hi. Instead, I found myself private chatting them on Zoom, “I like your haircut!,” “How’ve you been?” “I can’t believe everything that's happened since we last saw each other.” My friends and I would have eaten lunch together in the courtyard. Instead, we FaceTimed while all our computers charged.
I never realized how draining remote learning would be. Sitting at a computer all day feels more tiring than actually going to school. I wake up exhausted, despite eight hours of sleep. I get headaches every couple of days from all the screen time. My eating schedule is beyond irregular. But I also get to sleep in two more hours than usual. I can sit outside during class. I can grab a snack whenever I want. I can turn off my camera if I’m not feeling it. Everything is different, and we have to embrace the good and bad that comes along with it.
Despite all the challenges and mixed emotions, I actually feel really lucky. I’m able to learn without having to risk my family’s health and safety. My home is a place I love, and there is always food in the pantry. I’m old enough to handle my own schoolwork. My school provides technology for every student. My teachers are the most caring, passionate, and enthusiastic, with Bitmoji classrooms instead of real ones and breaks from our computers instead of walks around the school. It hurts me to think about the students who aren’t as lucky, students who don’t have access to the internet, who rely on school for their meals, whose parents need school for childcare. As we navigate this new world of learning, I hope we’ll be able to recognize the shortcomings of our current education system. I can’t wait to participate in the fight. Until then, I’ll be waking up tomorrow, ready for my second day of senior year.
I got up with the sun and birds. “Senior year, here I come,” I thought to myself. I got ready, grabbed a quick breakfast, and headed out the door. I was on my way to my first class of the day when I heard the bell. Students rushed past me to get to class but I seemed to be stuck in place. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t — or wouldn’t — take another step. The bell rang louder and louder until I just couldn’t take it anymore. My eyes snapped wide open. Turns out that bell was actually my alarm clock, and I was still in bed, not school. My dream had only really gotten one thing right: It was indeed my last first day of school.
Never did I think that I wouldn’t even have to leave my house to kick off my senior year, but here we are! It was weird, to say the least. I half expected to wake up from yet another dream where everything could go back to how it used to be, but I soon found myself in front of my computer logging into class. Usually, my first day isn’t my teachers’ first day too, but that’s kind of the beauty of it all. In the wise words of Troy Bolton, we’re all in this together: Together through the technical difficulties, awkward silences, and Zoom fatigue (which is very real, by the way). Normally, I would see all the people I had missed over the summer and get to hug them and say hi. Instead, I found myself private chatting them on Zoom, “I like your haircut!,” “How’ve you been?” “I can’t believe everything that's happened since we last saw each other.” My friends and I would have eaten lunch together in the courtyard. Instead, we FaceTimed while all our computers charged.
I never realized how draining remote learning would be. Sitting at a computer all day feels more tiring than actually going to school. I wake up exhausted, despite eight hours of sleep. I get headaches every couple of days from all the screen time. My eating schedule is beyond irregular. But I also get to sleep in two more hours than usual. I can sit outside during class. I can grab a snack whenever I want. I can turn off my camera if I’m not feeling it. Everything is different, and we have to embrace the good and bad that comes along with it.
Despite all the challenges and mixed emotions, I actually feel really lucky. I’m able to learn without having to risk my family’s health and safety. My home is a place I love, and there is always food in the pantry. I’m old enough to handle my own schoolwork. My school provides technology for every student. My teachers are the most caring, passionate, and enthusiastic, with Bitmoji classrooms instead of real ones and breaks from our computers instead of walks around the school. It hurts me to think about the students who aren’t as lucky, students who don’t have access to the internet, who rely on school for their meals, whose parents need school for childcare. As we navigate this new world of learning, I hope we’ll be able to recognize the shortcomings of our current education system. I can’t wait to participate in the fight. Until then, I’ll be waking up tomorrow, ready for my second day of senior year.
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