Top 10 Memorable Essays About the First Day of School

Perhaps everyone has a memory from their school days that they will never forget. For me, one of the most profound and cherished memories is from my very first day at secondary school.

After months of hard work and dedication to preparing for the entrance exam, I finally achieved my dream of entering the prestigious middle school in my district. That day, I was ready to attend the opening ceremony of the new school year as a secondary school student, and I felt as though I had grown up a little bit.

Wearing my freshly cleaned uniform, I strapped on my new school bag filled with books, and rode my bike to school. The bike was a gift from my dad, who promised it to me if I passed the entrance exam. The school was about a fifteen-minute ride from my home, and when I arrived, I was struck by how different everything seemed. The schoolyard was spotless, and rows of seats had been arranged for the students. Above the stage, a banner read: 'Opening Ceremony of the 2020-2021 School Year' in bold letters. Students were quickly finding their places. At exactly 7:30 AM, the ceremony began with a loud, resounding drumroll. We marched in procession, and the atmosphere was full of excitement. As we passed the stage, I felt as if the teachers were watching us, which made me nervous. After the parade, the entire school stood for a solemn flag-raising ceremony. The principal gave a speech, followed by cultural performances. I was honored to represent the sixth-grade class and deliver a speech. Standing in front of so many people for the first time made me anxious, but I quickly regained my composure. My speech went smoothly, and when I finished, the whole school applauded. I felt incredibly proud.

The ceremony concluded with the principal's drumbeat marking the start of the new academic year. For me, that drum sounded especially meaningful. It was the loudest, most solemn drumbeat I had ever heard. In that moment, we all realized that a new year of effort and learning was about to begin.

After the ceremony, we were finally ready to begin the new school year. My best friend Hoa and I excitedly walked to our classroom. Our first lesson was Vietnamese literature, a subject I love. The teacher's lesson was engaging and fun, and the class flew by, filled with laughter.

Even as I grow older, the memory of my first day in sixth grade will forever be an unforgettable milestone in my student life.

Cứ mỗi lần thấy bàng thay lá trong lòng tôi lại bồi hồi, náo nức như trở về ngày đầu tiên tôi cắp sách tới trường. Buổi sáng hôm ấy một buổi sáng đầu thu trong xanh và mát mẻ, tôi ngồi sau tấm lưng tần tảo của mẹ, háo hức muốn nhìn thấy trường mới.

Cánh cổng sắt của trường đang mở rộng, cánh cửa sẽ chào đón tôi suốt năm năm học nữa. Nhìn các anh chị lớp trên nô đùa, chạy nhảy, tôi bỗng thấy lo lắng, rụt rè không muốn vào trường, trường mới không giống như trường mẫu giáo, to hơn và rộng hơn nhiều khiến tôi thấy mình thật nhỏ bé. Nép sau lưng mẹ, thấy các bạn khác đang chạy vào trường, tôi bỗng òa khóc. Đến bây giờ tôi vẫn không hiểu vì sao mình khóc: Vì làm nũng mẹ, vì sợ hay vì tủi thân? Mẹ dịu dàng vuốt tóc tôi, bàn tay lam lũ chai sạn lau nước mắt cho tôi. Đôi mắt tràn đầy yêu thương của mẹ long lanh, mẹ ôm chắc tôi vào lòng, xoa lưng cho tôi, dỗ tôi nín khóc. Tôi còn nhớ giọng nghẹn ngào của mẹ: “Con của mẹ khóc nhè xấu lắm. Cô giáo xinh xắn sẽ dạy con đọc truyện cổ tích, các bạn sẽ cùng chơi ô ăn quan, xỉa cá mè. Con sẽ được khám phá bao điều hay. Nín khóc đi bé con của mẹ, mẹ đưa con vào lớp, nhé!”

Sau đó, một cô giáo nhìn rất hiền dịu bước đến. Cô mặc áo dài và mái tóc đen tuyền ngang vai, nhìn cô thật là đẹp. Cô nhẹ nhàng đến gần tôi và nói: “Để cô dẫn con vào lớp nhé! Hôm nay là ngày vào lớp 1 đầu tiên của con, con cố gắng học tập nhé” - Cô nhẹ nhàng nói với tôi. Sau đó, cô đưa tôi vào bàn học của mình. Tôi nhìn xung quanh thấy các bạn nhỏ xung quanh mình và tôi không còn sợ sệt nữa. Cô đứng lên chào cả lớp và giới thiệu tên của cô: “Cô là cô Hằng, cô rất vui vì hôm nay được gặp các em. Kể từ hôm nay, cô sẽ là cô giáo chủ nhiệm của lớp mình, cả lớp hãy cùng cố gắng học tập thật tốt nhé!”. Một cảm giác vui vẻ tràn đến bên tôi. Tôi không sợ hãi nữa mà thấy mình như chững chạc, lớn hẳn lên vậy. Tôi khoanh tay lên bàn, mở quyển vở và lấy chiếc bút chì chuẩn bị viết bài, lắng nghe cô giảng bài.

Hồi ấy còn nhỏ, tôi không hiểu hết lời nói của mẹ. Khi lớn lên, tôi mới biết đằng sau nụ cười khích lệ tôi kia, mẹ đang cố giấu đi những lo lắng. Ngày khai trường vào lớp một ấy, lúc nào nhìn qua cửa lớp tôi vẫn thấy mẹ đứng đó như để truyền thêm can đảm cho tôi. Ngưỡng cửa bước vào thế giới tri thức, có mẹ dẫn dắt tôi, có ánh mắt, có cái ôm và có cả tình thương bao la mẹ dành cho tôi, kỷ niệm đáng nhớ nhất trong ngày khai trường đầu tiên.

This year, I’m in grade 7. However, the memory of my first day of school in grade one still remains the most vivid and unforgettable. Every time I think of it, the beautiful images come back to me as if they were happening right now.

I still remember how, for several days, I was filled with excitement and anticipation. The song I had always sung with joy now sounded deeply moving to me: “Goodbye, beloved doll, Goodbye, Misa the bear, Goodbye, the cute white rabbit, Tomorrow I’ll be in grade one, I will miss you, my beloved preschool!”

Something very strange was happening in our little home. Everyone in the family was busy preparing things for me – school supplies, shoes, and more. The night before the first day, we spent time together talking, and I was the main subject of every conversation. My mom asked me to try on the new, freshly laundered uniform. The white blouse with puffed sleeves and a delicate collar matched perfectly with the navy blue skirt and brown sandals. I looked in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile. Was that really me? A little girl with a bright smile and a row of tiny teeth like fresh corn kernels! Grandma patted my head and said, “You look so grown-up! Tomorrow, you’ll be a grade one student! Remember to be good and study hard!”

The next morning, since both my parents had to work, it was my grandfather who took me to school. My primary school, Nguyen Du, was only about half a kilometer away. On the way, I saw other children happily skipping along with their parents. Across the school gate hung a bright red banner with golden letters: “Warmly welcome the new school year.” Colorful flags waved in the early breeze, looking like hands waving from the sky. Joy filled the air, from the clear, bright sky to the sunlight, to the birds singing cheerfully to greet the dawn, and to the faces full of happiness and hope.

In the schoolyard, the crowd was growing. The boys seemed bolder, while the girls lingered shyly by their parents’ sides, reluctant to leave. I felt the same. Standing in front of the large school, I suddenly felt so small! I remembered my mom’s advice to stay calm, cheerful, and try to get used to being around many people.

Suddenly, a drumbeat rang out, signaling the start of the ceremony. The parents handed their children over to the teachers, and I heard some quiet sobs and soft cries of “Mom!” As a rather strong-willed child, I didn’t cry. I simply waved goodbye to my grandfather and quickly walked into the schoolyard.

The first school opening ceremony of my life was so formal and solemn! The sound of the school drum echoed, filling everyone with excitement. The national flag fluttered in the wind, while students in neat rows from each grade stood, facing the flag, paying their respects. The national anthem filled the air, resonating across the sunlit schoolyard. The older students in red scarves proudly stood as part of the ceremony.

The principal opened the ceremony, offering advice and encouragement. She wished us all success in our studies. The applause was continuous. Then, various performances took place. When the ceremony ended, we followed our teacher, Ms. Thanh, to our classroom. Class 1A had forty-five students, most of them girls. I held hands with my old friends Oanh and Nga from preschool, feeling less anxious. Before long, I was chatting and playing with my new classmates. The shy greetings and curious glances made everything feel so cute and endearing.

After school, my mom came to pick me up. I chattered excitedly like a little bird, telling her everything that had happened during my very first school opening. It felt as if everyone and everything around me was celebrating my first day as a grade one student. Even now, I still hear the principal’s words echoing in my mind: “Be good and study hard to make your parents proud!”

The first day I stepped into primary school is a beautiful memory that I will always cherish. On that late autumn morning, my mom drove me to school. She gave me lots of advice and encouragement, which helped calm my nerves a bit.

The mix of excitement, anticipation, and nervousness is something I can still vividly recall. Seeing me so happy, my mom was glad too. She told me stories, especially about her first day at school, which felt so much like mine. She shared that she was very scared at the time, but once she stepped into the school, it felt like a whole new world was welcoming her. I listened quietly, taking in every word. From time to time, I asked questions only someone my age would ask: “Mom, is the teacher strict? Will she hit me? Will my friends bully me?” Mom just smiled at my innocent questions. When she told me we were almost at the school, my heart began to race. I hugged her tightly, resting my head on her back, as though afraid something bad might happen.

Mom smiled and softly sang: “On the first day of school, Mom took me to class. I cried as I walked, and Mom comforted me with love.” She then reassured me, “Don’t worry, my dear. Beyond this gate lies a completely new world that’s all yours. You’ll meet new friends, new teachers, and learn many new things about life. Show me that you’ve grown up and can walk on your own. I believe you can do anything, my sweet child.” After hearing that, I wiped away my tears and smiled brightly at her. Mom squeezed my hand and led me to the school gate, kissed me, and gently let go of my hand.

Remembering her words, I gathered all my courage and stepped into the new school with the words “I believe you can do anything” echoing in my mind. That was the most memorable moment of my first day of school.

Now, I am a seventh-grade student at my beloved middle school. However, I still vividly remember the memories of my very first day of school.

It was a beautiful autumn morning. The sky was high and endlessly blue. My mom took me to school on our old bicycle. Today, I would attend my first ever school opening ceremony. The road to school was familiar, but today, I felt excited and nervous.

Finally, the gate of my primary school appeared in front of me. I was surprised to see how different the school looked that day. Older students happily walked into the school. My mom led me to the row of seats designated for first graders. Around me, other parents whispered softly to their children. Our homeroom teacher then guided us to our seats. She looked beautiful in her long, flowing ao dai. Her smile made me feel warm and at ease. The opening ceremony was solemn and formal. I felt proud and happy to be a first grader. The principal’s speech marked the end of the ceremony. The sound of the gong echoed like a greeting for the new school year.

The ceremony left me with an unforgettable, beautiful memory. Those innocent feelings are forever etched in my heart, reminding me of that first day of school.

Now, as a seventh-grade student, I still remember clearly the first school opening ceremony when I was in first grade.

The night before the ceremony, I was filled with excitement. Something unusual was happening in our small house. My mom was busy preparing clothes and books for me. My grandmother, upon seeing me in my new uniform, praised me, saying: 'My dear, you've grown so much! Tomorrow, you will be a first grader! Work hard and do your best in school!' My dad was outside, cleaning our old motorcycle to take me to school the next day.

The elementary school (name of school) was only about a kilometer away, but it felt so far to me. In front of the school gate, there was a bright red banner with the words in golden yellow: 'Welcome to the new school year 20... - 20…'. Colorful flags fluttered in the morning breeze, looking like little hands waving in the wind. Joy filled the air, from the clear blue sky to the pure sunlight, from the sound of birds singing in the autumn dew-covered trees, and from the bright, happy faces of the children, filled with hope and confidence. In the schoolyard, there was a huge crowd. The boys seemed braver, while the girls clung shyly to their mothers, reluctant to let go. I felt the same way. Looking at the large three-story school, I felt so small! My mom reminded me to stay calm, smile, and try to adjust to being in a crowd. Although I tried my best, my heart was racing with emotions I couldn’t describe.

Then, a sharp gong rang out. The opening ceremony was about to begin. The older students, wearing red scarves, lined up neatly. Parents handed their children over to the teachers. I could hear soft cries and the faint call of 'Mommy'. I didn't cry, but tears were welling up in my eyes. A flood of emotions surged within me as I reluctantly let go of my mom's hand and joined the line with the other children.

The first school opening ceremony was so formal and solemn! The sound of the gong stirred everyone’s hearts. The national flag fluttered proudly at the top of the flagpole. Teachers and students stood at attention, their eyes fixed on the flag. The national anthem echoed across the sunlit schoolyard. The principal delivered the opening speech, offering encouragement and advice. She wished us success and progress in our studies. After the ceremony, we followed our homeroom teacher, Ms. Hong, to our class. Class 1A had around forty students. I was excited to see my old friends, Son and Hai, whom I had attended preschool with at Son Ca Kindergarten. Soon after, I had already learned the names of the students at my table: Hoa, Tam, and Ngoc. The shy greetings and curious glances we exchanged were so adorable!

After school, my mom was waiting at the school gate. I chattered like a little bird, telling her all about the first day of school. Even now, those memories are vivid in my mind. They have become an unforgettable and beautiful part of my childhood.

When I entered sixth grade, I had a memory from my first day of school that I will never forget. Here's how it went:

Mai and I lived on the same street and had been classmates ever since preschool and elementary school. We were inseparable, always sharing everything, even a piece of cake. My parents were civil servants, with steady but modest incomes. On the other hand, Mai’s family was facing great hardships. Her father had suffered a work-related accident and had been in the hospital for months. Mai’s mother had to juggle work and taking care of both her husband and children, a very tough job. With just a week left before school started, Mai still didn’t have any new clothes. Seeing the sad look in her round eyes, I knew how she felt, and it made me feel sorry for her.

Meanwhile, my mother had bought me three beautiful new school uniforms—white shirts and green skirts. I couldn’t stop wondering if I should give one of them to Mai. Finally, I asked my mom for advice, and she smiled and said:

- Oh, my girl has grown up! Thinking of your friend like this is wonderful. I agree! I’ll buy you another one.

Overjoyed, I gave my mom a big hug as thanks and took the uniform to Mai’s house. As I got closer to the door, I could already hear Mai's voice:

- Mom, please don’t borrow money to buy me new clothes. This old outfit will be fine. It’s just a little short, but it’s okay, Mom! You should save the money for Dad’s medicine.

Suddenly, my eyes welled up with tears. I wished I had the magical powers of a fairy tale character to help Mai’s family out of their financial struggles. Holding back my emotions, I hid the bag behind my back, smiled, and entered the house. Mai’s aunt, Xuân, asked me:

- Hương, are you here to play? How’s your preparation for the new school year?

- Yes, Aunt Xuân. My parents have bought everything I need!

But Aunt Xuân’s voice softened:

- Poor Mai! At this time, she doesn’t have anything yet. Well, I’ll take care of it!

With that, Aunt Xuân hurried out with red eyes, while Mai remained silently sitting on the bed, looking unhappy.

I approached Mai and whispered:

- Mai, close your eyes! I have something for you!

- What is it? Is it some dried fruit? Or puffed rice candy?

- No! It’s something much better! Try to guess!

- Okay, I give up!

- Alright, but you have to promise me you’ll only open it after I leave!

- Sure!

Mai closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

I quickly slipped the bag into Mai’s hands and ran out the door. On my way home, I wondered how Mai would react when she saw the new school uniform. Would she be surprised or moved? Maybe both. I hoped she wouldn’t return it.

That evening, our house had guests. It was Mai and her mother. Aunt Xuân held the bag in her hands and, looking embarrassed, said to my mom:

- This morning, Hương brought over a school uniform for Mai, but I was afraid she hadn’t asked for your permission, so...

My mom quickly interrupted:

- Don’t worry, Aunt Xuân and Mai! Hương already asked for my permission! I treat Mai like family, so there’s no need to feel uneasy!

- In that case, thank you very much, Aunt and Hương!

After seeing Mai and her mother off, I squeezed my dear friend’s hand tightly and felt a wave of peace and joy fill my heart. On that first day of school, Mai and I walked side by side in the warm morning sunlight.

Although I'm now a middle school student, every September my heart fills with emotions as I remember my very first school day, the day I entered first grade.

It was a bright and breezy morning, with the gentle winds rustling through the trees – a sign that autumn had arrived. I arrived a bit earlier than usual, as today marked the first day of school, the moment every child steps into the world of learning. My mother rode me to school on an old bicycle. The familiar street scenery – lined with trees and houses – felt strangely unfamiliar today, and I found myself overwhelmed with a mix of nervousness and excitement. Maybe it was the anxiety of the big day, but I instinctively leaned back against my mother for comfort.

After a while, we reached the school I would soon call my second home. It was a small school with a green, slightly rusted gate, standing as a reminder of time passing. Behind the gate, groups of people had gathered – parents and other children, holding on to their loved ones, not wanting to let go. My mother stopped the bike and led me through the gate. The nervousness crept back into my chest as I took hesitant steps. Sensing my anxiety, my mother calmed me with these words: “This is where you’ll learn, where you’ll make new friends and meet teachers who will care for you.” Just as I was trying to process it all, our teacher appeared and greeted the parents and students, wishing good health to the parents and promising the teachers would guide us on our journey to become better individuals. Applause erupted everywhere as students began lining up to enter their classrooms, while the teachers headed towards the areas of their respective homerooms.

It was time to part from my mother's comforting embrace, and I couldn’t help but feel both fear and excitement. But when our teacher approached and gently patted my head, the unfamiliarity I had felt vanished. She began assigning seats, and I ended up sitting near a boy in the middle of the classroom. As the teacher prepared to start the lesson, I eagerly opened my bag, neatly laid out my books on the desk, and waited with anticipation for the new experiences that would come with my very first class.

That was my first day of school – a blend of fear and excitement that stayed with me, even as I eventually became a middle school student.

Among all the memories of my school years, the one that stands out the most is undoubtedly my very first day of school. Although it happened many years ago, I can still vividly recall every detail, every emotion I felt that day. It was the first time I stepped into a completely new environment, away from the familiar comfort of my family, which naturally brought about a mix of anxiety and excitement. Everything was new, and I felt a sense of unease and wonder that I’ll never forget.

Before entering first grade, I was just a naive little child, living in the protective embrace of my parents and family. I had never been outside the familiar spaces of my home and local surroundings. So, the idea of school was both intriguing and intimidating. To help me feel more at ease, my parents often spoke to me about school. My mother told me it would be like a second home, where I would meet caring teachers who would love and guide me, just like my parents. Plus, I’d make new friends and find joy in learning.

With their daily encouragement, I began to grow curious about this new world called “school.” My curiosity intensified each time I saw my older brother and other children in the neighborhood heading off to school. Whenever my brother returned home, he would excitedly share all kinds of stories – how he scored perfect marks in math, how his teacher praised him for his hard work, and how he played fun games with his classmates. His stories were so captivating that I always listened intently. His excitement made school seem like a magical place, and I couldn’t wait to experience it myself.

As the first day of school approached, I wasn’t scared at all. On the contrary, I felt a sense of anticipation, eager to see what school would be like. The day before school, my mother bought me all the necessary school supplies – new books and a new bag. I was overjoyed. Even though I couldn’t read yet, I carefully opened the books and admired each page, handling them gently for fear of damaging the beautiful new books.

Besides the books, my mother also bought me a pink backpack featuring a picture of a blonde doll, and my father gave me a beautiful dress as a special gift for starting first grade. The dress had puffed sleeves and a pleated skirt, and I was thrilled to wear it on the first day. With new books, a new bag, and a lovely dress, I eagerly awaited the big day.

Finally, the day arrived. It was September 5th, and my mother woke up early to prepare breakfast and get me ready for the day. I was so excited that I woke up before her, unlike the usual mornings when she had to wake me up. I moved quickly, brushing my teeth, washing my face, and eating breakfast. As I ate, my grandparents and parents reminded me that I was now a first grader and needed to be well-behaved at school. Their words filled me with pride, and I felt grown-up, knowing that from now on, I would be going to school just like my older brother.

That morning, because my mother had some errands to run, my father took me to school. Riding on the back of his motorcycle, I was filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. I was finally going to school, where I would experience all the joys and wonders that my brother had described. As we rode, I asked my father a series of questions: “Dad, are we almost at school?” and “Will there be a lot of friends at school?” My constant stream of questions made my father laugh, and he simply replied, “We’re almost there, don’t worry.” His calmness only made my anticipation grow stronger.

When we arrived at school, I felt a bit anxious. The school grounds were crowded with children my age, as well as older students. The air was filled with noise and excitement. I saw many children holding their parents’ hands, but some of them broke down in tears upon arriving, which made me feel like crying too. But with my father by my side, I felt brave. I stood in the front row with confidence, and the teacher praised me, which made my father proud. Those simple moments, though ordinary, are the ones that I will always cherish and remember from my first day of school.

Throughout our school years, we all experience countless first days of school. Yet, if I had to pick the most unforgettable one, it would undoubtedly be my very first day:

"First day of school,

Mother holds my hand and leads the way,

As I walk, I can’t help but cry,

Mother gently reassures me,

First day of school,

My eyes filled with tears,

The teacher comforts me kindly,

Oh, how deeply moving it is..."

To this day, I vividly recall the tune of the song “First Day of School” that played during the ceremony that morning. I had woken up early, full of anticipation. After packing my new school bag and putting on my uniform, my mother accompanied me to school. The route to school, which I had walked many times before with friends, suddenly felt unfamiliar. Perhaps it was because I could feel that something inside me had shifted – I was now a first grader.

Upon arriving at school, the first thing I noticed was how beautiful everything seemed. The schoolyard was spotless, lined with rows of chairs. My classmates and the older students were all in their fresh uniforms, smiling brightly. The teachers looked graceful in their colorful ao dai. My mother escorted me to the first-grade area and quietly said goodbye. I watched her leave with a sense of worry in my heart. As the teacher had explained, shortly we would be marching before the entire school.

Moments later, our parade began. We were honored to march first, and I felt an overwhelming sense of pride. The sound of the drum and the rhythmic footsteps of my fellow students made my heart race with excitement. After the parade, the principal gave a speech to welcome the new first graders. Although I can’t recall his exact words, the warmth in his voice has stayed with me all these years. But what I remember most vividly from that day is the sound of the school bell. It signified the beginning of a new school year – my very first year. The ringing of that bell symbolizes the start of a new chapter in life, marking a significant milestone for every child. From this moment on, we would become students, leaving the safety of our parents’ embrace to step into a new world of knowledge.

Even now, as an adult, I still look back on that day with great fondness and appreciation, treasuring the memory of my first day at school.