Personal Narrative: My School Day At Calvary Hill High School

Peter slept on it, and the next day he pulled into the parking lot at Calvary Hill High School bright and early, determined to turn Fred in to Principal Duggar.
Peter poured himself a cup of coffee in the teachers’ lounge and walked to his classroom on the second floor. He crossed the room and nursed his coffee while he stared out the window, considering how he would tell Principal Duggar about Fred’s scheme. The windows in the classroom faced the rear of the building and offered a bird’s eye view of the empty student parking lot. During the school year, at the beginning and end of each school day, Peter watched students pull in and out of the parking lot. Sixteen to eighteen-year-olds are awful drivers. Over the past six years, Peter witnessed

Everyone’s chomping at the bit to get out of here,” Beth said. “I know. It makes no sense to have professional days at the end of the year. Everyone is completely checked out at this point.” “Well, you know what Duggar would say – it’s the way it’s always been,” Beth said. “So, anyway, how many laptops did you guys get done?” Beth asked. “Just one,” Peter said, “One? Geez, it’s gonna be a long summer if you’re only getting one computer set up a day.” “Oh, it’s not like that. We had some troubleshooting to do first. We have things under control now. We’ll be rolling by tomorrow.” “Did you get the one set up for me?” Beth asked. The laptop bag containing the infected computer sat like a lump of coal on the floor next to Peter’s desk. Peter told myself no, and watched as he transformed into a person he didn’t recognize. The id took over, and every ounce of goodness in his conscience shook him to the core as he watched the stranger slowly lift the laptop bag off the floor. The stranger handed the bag to Beth. William tried to pull it back, but it was too late. Beth took the bag.

“I’ve been putting off buying a new computer because I knew we were getting these. The laptop Jake and I share at home is full of viruses, it’s painfully slow and crashes all the time.” William stared at the laptop bag in Beth’s hands. He tried to reach out and take it back from Beth, but his hands refused to move. “You’re welcome,” the stranger said. “I loaded all the software on it myself. Everything should be tiptop.” “Is there anything I need to do, or do I just turn it on and get started?” Beth asked. “You can just boot it up and get started. Your username is your school email address. After you enter your username, you’ll be prompted to enter a new password. Once you’re in, you can connect the Microsoft Office to your school email. That’s all you need to do to get up and running.” “Can I give you a call if I get stuck?” “Yeah, of course, any