My First Class At Cis example essay topic

... : : CIS Snapshot: : ... When I think of CIS one thing always comes to mind. My first day. No, not my first day this year.

The day I'm referring to was the first time I ever came to CIS last year. Near completion of the Danish "Folk Sole" you have to choose and apply to various "Gymnasiums" much like applying for university after high school in the states. One of the schools I wanted to attend was CIS. I asked my supervisor if she couldn't arrange a day where I could go to CIS and see what the IB programme was all about. She said she would try and the next day I got a letter from her telling me the date and time when I would have to go to CIS. When I first arrived at CIS, I was a little overwhelmed at the size.

It isn't a very big school but its layout was a little difficult and I had a hard time finding my way around until I finally ask a student where a Mrs. Richardson was. He, of course, didn't know. After about 10 minutes of wandering around the halls I finally find the office and they tell me her office was downstairs. I find her at last and she seemed confused why I was there.

Apparently she thought I wasn't due until the week after. I was beginning to have some doubts about the organisational skills of the school. She looks around the halls and pulls the first student she can find to the side and asks if she doesn't mind showing me around. She nods and tells me to follow her quickly as she was late for class. So my first class at CIS was art. I thought this was going to be fun as I always liked art but after the first mind numbing hour I realised that this wasn't cut out for me.

The class itself was fine and the teacher was a fun guy but I had nothing to do other than just watch the other students make their brilliant masterpieces of art. There was one high point and that was when the art teacher told the class that he read an article about a homicidal doctor who would stick ice picks up people's noses. Fun. After two hours we were finally allowed to go". Now what" I thought.

Well apparently nothing. The girl that was showing me around had a free period and told me to wait for a second while she got her books. After 15 minutes of waiting I realised that she wasn't coming back. She ditched me. I never did catch her name which is probably for the best. After finding my way back to Mrs. Richardson's office I find that she isn't there so I thought I might as well just wait for her.

I didn't wait that long, only 5 minutes or so, before she got back. After I told her that I lost my "buddy" she pulled yet another student aside and told her to show me around. I was about to have my first class in social studies. For the first time that day I didn't feel as if I was here for no reason.

I actually liked the class. It was interesting and the teacher was good. We learned about different cultures in South America and compared their community to ours. Needless to say the 45 minutes only felt like 15. I thought to myself if every class were like this then maybe CIS wouldn't be such a bad place to go. My "buddy" had a free period.

She gave me the option of either going with her or going to french class with a friend of hers. Since I never had French before I figured that there really was no point to me going so I opted to go with her to the library. I got a chance to see the library and saw that this one was a lot better than the one at my own school. I spent about half an hour just looking through various books before she asked if I wanted to go to the grill bar with her to get something to eat. I said "No thanks" since I was anxious to get home. I had the choice of staying at the school for the entire day or spending only half a day there and so I chose only the half day since I was a little lazy and really didn't feel like spending an entire day at school when I didn't have to.

I know, bad personality trait and thinking back I should " ve stayed the full day to get the whole experience but I was used to going to school at 9 and coming home again at 1. One thing I regret is never learning the name of the girl who showed me around. I'm really terrible at remembering names, I honestly cannot remember her name but I remember that she was really nice to me and smiled constantly. That's the memory that sticks out the most. Written by Thomas Grove.