My Locker-Personal Narrative

There is one place where I go to when I have any problems. Stress leaves my body when I’m here. It’s also a place where I can go to make myself stronger, faster and better at sports. It allows me to get stronger and live a healthy lifestyle. This wonderful place of meeting my goals is the weight room.

One afternoon, right after the final bell of the day had rung, I was at my locker, packing up my things quickly to make the bus on time. As I swung my backpack onto my shoulder, it collided with someone who I didn’t realize was standing directly behind me. I barely had enough time to register what had just happened before one of my friends yelled “Ouch! F* you Emma!” I was so surprised that someone could have said something so mean to me that I ran out of school and onto the bus. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I leaned against the window, trying to process my feelings on what the person I thought was my friend had said to me. Almost immediately I concluded that my friend must now hate me and that I shouldn’t hang out with him any more because he’d yell at me.

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

The warm breeze blows past me as I open the door to the Sweetwater Middle School. Shouts and hoots of excitement about the New Year came from behind me as I speak amid my social circle. It was going to be a wonderful year with delightful students and teachers. By

All I had on my mind was that my little brother was falsely accused of vandalism. When I woke up and went to school the following morning, I immediately got called to the office. There I found Branden, Bryson, and Jack. They are football players that cause a lot of trouble . As soon as I walked in, Jack said; “Jake did it and you know it.” Me, knowing this wasn’t true, raised my voice and replied, “You’re a liar and don’t be accusing my brother of something you didn’t know he did! You and your friends probably did it!” At that point, the principal and resource officer pulled the three boys into the office. Soon after, another officer walked in the door. “Emiley, come with me please.” he said. Once we walked into his office, he had the tapes pulled up from that Friday night. “Which one is Jake?” he asked. I replied, “Jake isn’t in it.” While watching the tapes, I saw a blonde haired girl, she reminded me of Anna. I asked the officer, “Who’s that girl?” and he replied “I can’t tell you, is there any reason your brother might’ve done this? Vandalism may be an act of revenge, a way of expressing a political opinion, or a means of intimidation.” At this point, I was so annoyed I got up and walked out. As I left, I walked past the football players as they snickered and laughed. While I was walking back to class, my phone vibrated. My mom texted me saying, Your dad and I are on our way to

“Good Morning Ms.Brown” Officer Nick yelled at me as I strolled through the large doors at Simon Gratz High School. Walking through those big red doors every day felt great, I felt even better seeing my friends in first period. We all had gym together and health. The class was 90 minutes long but what better way to spend those 90 minutes running around jumping rope and playing tag. I headed to the locker room on the lower level of the school where I ran into to one of the girls that a friend of mine had beef with the day before. She stared at me but in the back of my mind I’m thinking to myself this bitch don’t want it with me. I continue on to the bathroom to change my clothes and get ready for class. As I’m walking to towards the gym I overhear a group of girls talking about me. So I decided to dip of into the lockers to get a

Within seconds I had a decision to make. My heart was pounding, my conscious started to kick in, should I act or should I blend in? Everyone was laughing, it just didn’t feel right. It was like any other day at Tippin Elementary School, roaming the halls I stopped

When we were playing ultimate football inside one of the players threw the ball to one of the sideline players. When he threw it to me for the touchdown I dove for it and caught the ball and got a touchdown. When I fell to the ground Jacob started running to try to stop me from catching it he was trying to slow down so he was basically stomping to try to stop himself. Then he stomped on my hand I yelled in pain Dawson helped me up it hurt really bad and then Mrs Dibbens asked me if I was ok. I said yes because I thought that it was just a little injury and it would be better by my next hour. When I went into the locker room I tried to change but my hand hurt to much. But I managed to do it the hardest part of changing was when I was putting on my shoes. When I left the locker room I was about 5 minutes late to my next period. When I got there he asked Mr. Hatch asked me why I was holding my hand. I told him that Jacob Haag stepped on my hand. I asked him if I could go to the nurses he told me yes and I

I frantically searched my desk, underneath my chair, and inside my backpack, and it wasn’t before long that my classmates began snickering. Confused, I demanded to know why they were laughing. At first, they didn’t bother to answer me, and instead continued in their self-sustained amusement. After being harassed for the entire school year, this was the last straw for me; the panic induced by my missing belongings and the increasing frustration of being ignored pushed me into a very desperate state of fight or flight mode. However, in this case, I chose to both fight and

“The Secret Life of Mady Hamstra” Do you ever want to go anywhere and be anything? Well, I do, almost every day of my awful, boring life. Here’s my life in a nutshell, I wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, eat dinner, go to bed.

The bell rang louder than ever and that meant we had to transition back to homeroom. All of the students huddled into the door frame and pushed and shoved out of the classroom. Me being the smart child just stepped aside and let the stampede pass. When I entered Ms.Erskine’s class, I saw an unfamiliar face sitting next to my other friend Fatim. Fatim and Nevaeh were sitting at the desk chatting away like they were previous best friends. I slowly walked into the classroom confused

“Where have you been?” I hear the second I walk through the front door. My hand slowly crept its way across the wall struggling to find the light switch. I turned it on fully expecting to see my Aunt sitting in the living room with her arms cross and a

As everyone filed into the gymnasium, the principle got up and told us what the year was going to consist of. I sat around the middle of the gymnasium with all my stuff not sure of what to do. I considered leaving to put my things away but I couldn't because the exits were blocked off. As the assembly finished, we began to get into groups to tour the school. I continued to carry my backs, unaware that I could have just put them down and come for them later. As we walked around someone finally told me that I could put my stuff away. I was already stressed out about how to get to my classes with a school this big and the bags weren’t helping so I was happy to distribute them into my locker, but with one problem gone, another

This has to be the strangest day I ever had, as I arrive to Rutherford High School to look for my friends, my mouth gapes open when I saw no one in the building. I stand still, bewildered a million thoughts were running in my mind. “Is it Saturday, no it's Tuesday,” I say to myself as I glance at my phone. Its 7:30 am. Where is everyone? I look to see if I had any texts from my friends when I realize I have no signal. I stand there puzzled as I hear the soft crunch of boots on the dry fall leaves, footsteps coming closer and slower each time. The person, walking gave out a screech every few seconds, a sound so vicious and menacing that echoed through out the empty street. I turn around to see who made that noise. My heart pounded like a jackhammer

“The rush of battle is often a potent and lethal addiction, for war is a drug.” This quote is the first thing that flashes across the screen as viewers begin their journey into The Hurt Locker, a critically acclaimed war movie written by Mark Boal and directed by Kathryn Bigelow (Hurt). The quote was written by former New York Times war correspondent, Chris Hedges and it perfectly sets the stage for a story that depicts just how potent and addicting war can be (Corliss). The 2008 movie won six Academy Awards including Best Picture, Best Original Screenplay, Best Director, and Best Actor in a Leading Role (“Nominees & Winners”). The Hurt Locker is an exceptional movie that contains everything one would expect from an award-winning film: