It started like any other day, I was running late. I had slept though my alarm and nearly slept through my parents calling me. I was lucky that my mom called to see if I was up. If my mother had not call me, I would have missed English class completely. I was already a half an hour late for this class. This would be the second time I was late for English class. I was rushing to brush my teeth and get clothes on. I almost trip over my pant leg as I pulled up my pants. I garb a brown sugar pop tart and I was out the door. Jumping into my car I threw the keys into the ignition. Peeling out of my driveway at hyper-speed, almost hitting my mailbox on the way out. It was 9:35 and the air had a chill to it. I was rushing down the Baldwin road. I was nearly 15 over the speed limited when I looked at the speedometer. I let off the accelerator just in time to avoid the police officer, who was hunting for speeders like me. I was certain it would only take me twenty minutes to make it to class at the rate I was going. I was in high spirts, because every light seemed to be green. Traffic was also very light, which helped. I pulled up to the school and I found the perfect parking spot. I jumped …show more content…
I was going to be more than an hour late to class at this rate. I opened the garage door. I ran inside of my house. When I reached the kitchen panic set in. I could not see my backpack anywhere. In a blind panic I run downstairs tripping on the last step. Picking myself up, I ran around my basement trying to find it. I could not find any way in the basement. So I ran to my bedroom back up the stairs. This time taking care steps up the stairs. My room was a mess of laundry. I tore my bedroom apart only too fine that it was not there either. I was about to give up, just then I looked in the kitchen again, there my backpack was right where I left it. I nearly fell over I could not believe myself I place it on the table not the
My memoir is about the good memories of when i used to be in elementary school as a little girl in my country. I was very happy with the school even do my teacher Ms. Johanne was very strict i won't ever forget her, with 30 of us inside of the classroom she sure knows how to handle all of us with her sense of teaching style.
My alarm goes off. I get up tired and sad that it's another day of school. I walk slowly and carefully to the bathroom, making sure I don't stub my toe on the door. I get to the sink and grab my toothbrush without thinking, and start brushing. Then I realize there was no toothpaste on I and think back to when I started brushing.
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
One rainy day, my Spanish teacher decided to keep my class 20 minutes after the school day had ended. The whole class was being punished with detention because a few kids did not complete their personal narratives four-paragraph essays for Spanish class. School ends at 2:20 PM, it was already 2:50 PM when I arrived at the bus stop for the bus that usually takes me home. I was aware that the next bus would be at 3:30, and that was too much time to wait. I could be home in fifteen minutes if I walked home. Though it would be tiresome walk after a long day of school, I decided to walk. Before that, I went over to
The sound of my alarm buzzed while I struggled to get out of bed. I wiped my eyes and got out of bed. My mind was packed with thoughts and emotions. That day was a very special day for me. I had prepared for that day for months if not years. Just thinking about it, made me nervous. It was tryout day for the high school golf team. Even though I was on varsity since freshman year, I was still nervous because there was always the possibility that you can get booted if your performance is sub-par. After staring at the wall for a solid minute, I shook myself out of the trance I was in and continued with my routine. Minutes passed, and I was ready to go to school. I loaded my car up with my clubs and started for school. I had a hard time keeping
Then all of a sudden the nerves hit me like a rock; I was wide awake now and thinking about the day to come. Today I was going to Six Flags: Great Adventure. For most people they would be jumping off the walls with excitement, but not me. Oh have I mentioned I have an extreme fear of heights?
4:30 a.m. My aunts and uncles started to arrive at my house. The phone rang and it was my uncle calling to tell us that he wasn’t going to be able to go and to not wait on him. So we started to load up the trucks with food and supplies. It was now 5:00 a.m.
When I was trying to get to my third class luckily I made the right turn. I made to the right classroom right on
Some people like to stay in control of their life and avoid any amount of extraordinary risk to protect their self-disclosure. Other people don’t shy away from challenges as they are confident that certain obstacles are nothing more than just another thing standing in their way from living life to the fullest extent. Through personal experience, I’ve realized that personal comfort is nothing more than a variety of fears that limit me from challenging myself.
I took a look around at the tall apartment building in front of me. After thanking the cab driver and handing him my money I grabbed my two suitcases from the trunk. I checked the newspaper clipping one more time before I headed up the stone steps of the apartment building before me. Once I opened the door I was greeted with the sight of emptiness. Aside from the desk and some furniture the room was practically empty. I looked at the stairs in front of me and then glanced back to the elevator. I knew I should really take the stairs, but I was lugging two full sized suitcases, a large makeup bag, and heavy backpack behind me. I walked across the room to the elevator and set down my suitcases. Just as I pressed the button the metal doors
I get a couple blocks away before I realize I left French binder in my locker. It’s only 4:00, the teachers should still be there. I jog back to school and race up the stairs-not falling this time and pull the door open. I race through the semi-dark halls until I get to my locker. “Forget something?”
I turned the car off and tossed the keys in the cup holder beside me. I jumped out of the car, and all it took was two beeps the locks slid down faster than I could realize that the car was now unaccessible. The key sat in the cup holder sparkling from the mid-day sunlight. Unfortunately, the keys were not the only thing locked inside the boiling car.
I woke up in the strangest place. I wasn't sure if I was dead, or just hallucinating. I ran to my house, in hopes to see my dad. I wasn't really "hoping" to find him, and if I did, I was praying to myself that he would be sober. I know what would happen if he wasn't; hitting. I opened the screen door, but didn't see my father. I'm surprised because he was here when I left to go to the game with Austin.
I am by myself wearing my blue jeans and an old flannel shirt. It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots.
My tie flew in the morning wind. The only thing that I hoped was that I would not be late to work, I had been warned a couple of times about me being late. Luckily the bus too was late as usual. As I was boarding the bus I looked up for a vacant seat. What I saw then was quite unbelievable.