GCA-Personal Narrative

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

You seemed as if you left out of your 4th block Spanish from those rusty gray doors on the side of our school building.

My G.P.R. is 3.328 the G.P.R. is high enough to get into the colleges of my choice. I feel that it is not a very competitive score though. I have talked to my consoler and she was telling me that every tiny grade matters to move my G.P.R. up. I plan to try to get the best grade possible this semester in order to move my G.P.R. up. My guidance consoler informed me that I can move up tremendously in my class rank just by moving my G.P.R. up by decimals.

I never thought I would do it. I was Extremely scared. As I walked to the crowd my fear grew larger and larger. I just wanted to turn around and walked back into school.

The week went by faster than normal to me because I was so nervous. I was up earlier than usual that morning getting ready for this big day. I dropped my girls off at daycare extra early so I could get to SCTCC early. Reaching SCTCC, I went inside and saw the same older lady at the information desk. I asked her about parking permits as she handed me a bright orange one to hang in my van on my rearview mirror. Making my way back into the school, I walked down a long hall of shiny tile to reach a big long bench with a lot of others waiting to take the

Bbrriiinngg! The alarm clock rang as I woke up to see sunlight pouring in through my bedroom window the day had finally arrived the first day of school I spent so much time worrying over this one day I got out of bed got dressed and had breakfast I was very anxious about starting a new school in a new state as I shove the last bite of cereal into my mouth I started to worry what if nobody liked me how could I make it through the year I had to stop thinking about everything that could go wrong and start thinking about the below opportunities when my dad pulled up to the front of the school I felt like I had a million little butterflies fluttering in my stomach I got out of the car and walked to the big black metal doors shining in the sunlight

Gwilan woke up nervous, but why? Then she remembered today was day the of her first music competition. She had already decided to play The Green Leaves. It was a happy, song a song of celebration. As a harper, one the best ways to earn respect was to win one of these competitions. She knew she was ready. Her mother, Deira, had made sure of that before she would let her compete with her Harp.

Once a upon a time I woke up at 6:00 am to go to 7th grade at Westside Middle School. I went downstairs to have breakfast and I put 2 frozen waffles in the toaster and waited for them to be done. While I was waiting, I then got my milk and sat on the couch and watched T.V. I got my waffles when they were done. Then I went upstairs to get ready for school. I had to put my clothes on and brush my teeth. Then when I was done I sat on the couch again and watched T.V. and relaxed for the time I had left before I had to catch the bus. After that I got my shoes on and tied them so they would stay on and then I picked up my backpack and went outside. I had to wait a little bit for the bus to come because my bus always came late so I waited outside for the bus to

The sun was out, the sky was blue it was beautiful day in Southern California as it usually was. My mom had just woken me up from my sweet, sweet dreaming and was now tugging my hair in an extremely painful way to get all the knots out. I dressed myself in my red and blue plaid shorts, black Tinkerbell shirt, my hot pink high tops, and my trendy rolling backpack. I ate my breakfast as I rushed out the door as I was habitually late to school. Once I got to school I ran straight towards the playground to find my fifth grade clique of friends before the bell rang for class. Ten minutes later the bell went off and the whole school froze until the whistle of the yard duty blew and everyone ran to their class lines. My teacher was taking longer than usual, so I asked my friend if she wanted to play a hand game as

I woke up to my Mother gently waking me up reminding me that today was a very important day. I then jumped up out of bed remembering that today was my very first dance recital. “Yay, it’s finally here!” I screamed, jumping up and down on my bed. My little brother was already awake so I didn’t have any fear of waking him up from his slumber. I could already smell the breakfast that my Mom and Dad were making me in the kitchen. I climbed down off of my bed and walked to the kitchen where my Dad was making pancakes, my favorite breakfast food, and my Mom had my little brother Brad on her hip. “Good Morning Daddy,” I chimed running over to my Dad and giving him a hug. “Good Morning Princess,” he responded while smiling. I went over to our dining room table and sat at the already set table. My Dad then brought over my pancake and I could already smell the chocolate chips he put in it. I began to eat my pancakes while my Mom feed my brother and my Dad ate his pancakes too.

It is a silent morning and I was getting ready for the school. I just woke up from the terrible dream I had. Totally bad to start off a school day like this. Walking down the dust wood stair. Then I grab some brown bread from the kitchen. I grab the glass cup in the sink and pour some milk. Now time to eat. I trying to eat as fast I can since I have a test today. I look up to the clock. It is 7:30, the school start at 8:05. Gotta to go, I thought. So I quickly rush to the front yard of my family’s house. Unlock the bike, and here we go.

“UHHHHH,” I have school today, could there be anything worse than school. I dressed in my school uniform and jumped down the stairs. I walked towards the cabinet to find my yearly supply of cheerios, but when I saw the date on the calendar I went to my room and change into my shorts. It was June 20th the first day of summer! No school for two more months. I was the type of kid who wanted to explore the unknown such as the deepest darkest places in the basement or the highest but darkest places like the attic. Today I will celebrate the first day of summer by going into the attic and look into some old boxes. I ate my breakfast quickly waiting to discover the wonders that waited to be discovered.

At 5:30 a.m. My alarm clock buzzed. It was Wednesday. I thought to myself, school doesn't start for another two and a half hours. I suddenly remembered it's one of the most exciting days that I will experience. Both my parents were sleeping. I turned off my alarm and got out of my warm bed. Immediately I put on swimming shorts with no shirt, to top it off a flat brim hat sitting backwards on my head. I walked into the hallway making sure not to wake anyone. I creeped down the stairs and walked into my kitchen. I saw a note on top of my wetsuit that read “I washed and dried it, I will call the school and say you have an appointment, have fun and don't get hurt, love mom.”

Sun rays like lightning bolts hitting their backs, burning their skin slowly and painfully. They were in love and united, not only by law but by their promise to each other to find a better future. Although they had options, staying in their hometown was not one of them. Walking through, what they referred to as, El Cerrito was what they saw as the easiest solution. There were steps to getting there, hiring a Coyote was the first, the money transfer came later. Walking through that path was unimaginable, and even scarier than of the unknown that would of come once they arrived to the United States. She had met him a couple years ago, and married him months after running away with him. A glance, that’s all it took for him to decide that his life will be dedicated to making her happy. He was a very rich man, in lack of money. He, like her, cared for his family and was connected to his proud aztec roots. Those of which made him strong, giving him the courage to continue walking all 136 miles from Tijuana, Mexico to Los Angeles, California.

The day started out how all my days had been that summer I was arguing with my Dad. Our argument was about staying in Atoka or going back to Tishomingo when school started. My Dad wanted to stay in Atoka while my younger brother and I wanted to come back to Tish. I told my Dad that all my friends in Atoka had either dropped out of school or skipped half the time. He told me that he did not care what they did or what I did for that matter, we were going to stay in Atoka. I decided that I would show him what happens when parents let their kids do whatever they want in Atoka.