Humorous Day Narrative

September 9th started like any other day, but it didn’t take long before it was the strangest day I’d had in awhile. I came to school at 7 am since it was early in the year, and I still was adjusting to my new classes and new students. The new year was one I was especially looking forward to. I had just won the Teacher of the Year award after only my third year and my students and I all created a bond.

Me and my friend Mike have been waiting for this day to come.It was finally the day we took off work to go camping.As the day went on Mike finally arrived at my house.We started packing things we would need for this awesome trip.We packed our tent,fishing gear,and two guns for hunting and protecting ourselves from the wild animals living in Alaska.It was around five o-clock when we finally finished packing our gear.We were able to hit the road right after five-thirty.The road wasn't packed at all where we were going it just a fast and easy drive with no one on it.There wasn't nay signs letting you know where you were and how far the park is,but we were still able to find it.As we drove into the park we were surrounding by trees.This was a beautiful

As I quickly skimmed the room, I was relieved to find a wide age range of students. Though the majority still looked pure with an absence of worry and concern, I did not feel out of place. Body language can speak louder than words and it was comforting to see something expected and familiar. I loosened the grip on my backpack, slowly eased into a seat and observed.

My mother would start the mornings with a “Levantese que hay mucho que hacer”, in translation, “Wake up there is so much to do today”. Every day, the wakeup call was at 5:30 in the morning and it started with a list of chores. Occasionally, we would sleep until 7:30 in the morning on the weekends to more chores and whatever else was on the list. My mother was regimental and the “A” typical Latina mother, very old school. Not a day went by where my brother and me didn’t do chores and helped around the house. Lord forbit that she would have to repeat herself twice on our individual chores. She constantly reminded me that one day I would become a wife and would have to know how to take care of my family, “A man does not like a lazy wife and you would want to stay married to the same man you have exchanged vowels with”, she would say. Seeing that she was remarried two times already, I did not understand why she would expect it from me. None -the-less, I did what I was told and without any galivanting I accomplished every task assigned to me.

Our class was organized by reciprocal groups of four, where my teacher, Dr. Perry arranged groups to be with friends that were compatible. Because I was compatible with everyone and he believed in me, Dr. Perry assigned me to be in a group with three other lazy gamers couldn’t find the potential they had. One group mate, Stephen Tan, had transferred from the B class to

But 2015, was the year, the most embarrassing thing ever happened, and more than once. It was May, the last month of 8th grade year, and I was more than ecstatic to get out of what felt like jail. I went to school wearing my floral shirt, light wash jeans, and black converse. I contentedly walked out my house, in 70 degree weather. After about 7 minutes, I was on the Signal Ditch Trail to school. I got to school at 8:15 and the day got off to a great start.

Turning to look at Kris and his wife, Fred started by saying, “We have a design team for our toys, games, and each of the other product lines we make.” “But,” he continued. “Working together they make sure that whatever we make, is the best of the best.”

It was the year of 2013 my sophomore year, when I had dropped out of high school. I was starting as a freshman at Reedley High school. It’s an enormous school compared to the school I came from. I lived in Squaw Valley and went to middle school there; I graduated in a class of 36 so it was a bit frightening but very exciting. I began to make many new friends and I felt like it was a great experience and everything was going well. My grades were going great, my attendance was acceptable. I enjoyed going to all the home football games with all my friends and going out afterwards. My freshman year was entertaining and thrilling.

“Run, run!” said my neighbor. I heard the screeches of crying babies and children. There was no sight of anything, all I saw was fog. “Where are my babies?” I had yelled out. I was distraught! I had dropped down to my knees and cried my eyes out. There was no sign of anything or anyone near me and my husband has not made it home yet. I had begun to believe that we were not going to make it. The fog had gotten even worse now. The police, firefighters, or ambulance couldn’t even go help people who were in trouble because they couldn’t see. “HELP, HELP, HELP!” I had heard a voice but it was faint, very faint. “HELP, HELP, HELP!”I had heard it again, but this time it sounded familiar. And indeed it was…

I was 6 years old when the first semi-significant event happened in my life. The story isn’t tragic or entertaining but a grade’s a grade. The day started quite early, getting dressed would take around an hour when you had 4 children in grade school with a TV in the living room. I don’t recall breakfast or any of this clearly anyways. The drive was long and the roads we turned on were a blur on my mind. Today was the first day of school; I hadn’t actually really heard much about it despite having 3 older brothers. I did however biologically know it would be awful. I cried in my ignorant youth, pleading, begging, negotiating my way out of this horrible place I had never been and never wanted to be. Alas, I was pushing an unmovable mountain,

Hours later, Perceval woke with a start, his bed empty. He sat up and leaned across the bed to light several candles. Joan must have left the room to use the privy down the hallway, and he wanted to make sure she returned to some light. Moments later, Joan stepped in to the chamber and smiled at Perceval.

Chunky, hairy Mr. Kaleb stood in front of the class lecturing them about algebra. The classroom was like a large, hot oven turning everyone into a pile of sweat and skin. All Alec could focus on was Rebecca smacking her watermelon gum behind her. Alec was a good student. She got mostly As with the occasional -A. But when it came to math, her first period of the day, all she did was count down the minutes till announcements with Mr. Rosenlund. He was, in her opinion, the best employee at the school. Finally he started. First, with the weather, some jokes, and the lunch. Then to her favorite part.

One o’clock finally rolls around. I was overcome with excitement. This moment had been all I could think about for the past two weeks. It was time for me to overcome my shyness and make some friends. I made my way to the entrance to greet my classmates. I didn’t see anyone. I paced around the lobby for a little while longer, but I grew bored. By this time, everyone was already fifteen minutes late. Nobody had checked in or called. I made my way back to my parents and sat down. I was starting

I wake up and realize it’s a bright and sunny Saturday. As I casually walk to the kitchen still in my one-piece onesie, I find my 2 friends Wren and Zhee, whom she is the goddess of beauty and I am the goddess of problems. They share a few laughs as I panic and run back to my room to change into something more normal. After I change, I casually walk back to the kitchen where I was before, when I was shocked by my friends appearance. As I chew my rice crispy cereals they begin to brainstorm ideas of how to spend our Saturday together. Then, they mentioned the beach and it immediately caught my attention. I cheerfully wrap up my breakfast, then reply with a quick, “ definitely the beach."

The morning of March 21, 2011 was upbeat and sunny; I reluctantly rolled out of my bed, ate delicious pancakes with bacon, got dressed swiftly, and departed on my bike for another day of school. I was in the fifth grade and attended Rivercrest Elementary School, which is right down the street from my house. I never would have imagined that this ordinary day would turn out to be one I would never forget. That day, I met my best friend. The way we met and became friends would turn out to be just how our friendship is today, anything but ordinary.