Personal Narrative: A Day At Cascade Middle School

Choices. Regardless if the choice is good or bad, everybody makes them. There are times where the choices people make can alter their lives forever; this was one of those times. It was April 26, 2013, a normal friday for me attending West Middle School in my sixth grade year. At the time, I was the definition of an attention freak; I always wanted the spotlight on me. For a reason still not known to this day, I wanted people to feel bad for me. I thought that by gaining sympathy, I would be able to make friends and be the talk of the school. What I didn’t realize is that not all attention is good; some can be devastating. Unfortunately for me, I was not thinking about the effects of the choice that I was about to make. I couldn’t have possibly

BRRRRNNNGGGG! BRRRRRNNNGGG! The familiar, but annoying sound come blaring from the out of date alarm clock, sitting on the dresser, in Katie’s small bedroom. Katie knew all too well that the antiquated clock, which had been her mothers and her grandmothers before that, would continue to scream at her until she put an end to it. The treasured alarm clock had been given to her on her tenth birthday, twelve years ago to the day, but the memory was as fresh in Katie’s mind as if it had happened only yesterday.

I sat up on my bed due to a cautious but growing beep-beep-beeping. Then I realized it was my alarm clock. Swiftly I jumped out of bed and landed next to a red digital read-out showing it was seven a.m. I took my time finding the switch to turn it off, but then I found it and slid the switch on my silver digital alarm clock from on to off. When I walked out of my room it was then I realized I start seventh grade that day.

It was just another regular Tuesday morning; the sun was out shinning bright, wind howling, birds singing it was just simply a beautiful day. I was excited to find out my graduation was less than 6 months away. I’d always drive to school as soon as I had my car and was able to start driving. Just like another regular day at Haines City High School I went to all my classes which were just four daily. Thought out the day I was in a bad mood, not because something happened but for the reason that I was not able to sleep all through the night. I woke up moody and not in the mood for school I was driving sleepy which I should not have been doing in the first place. As soon as the bell rang for lunch which also meant if you had a car you could leaving during lunch, I left still sleepy; as I’m driving down the street there is construction so I stopped as the stop sign. When I look I started to drive off when all the sudden I hear a beeping and I look and it was too late. The women hit me head on, I was so mad at angry, nervous that I did not

As the sun started trickling into the windows, students were just starting to arrive at South Christian High School. As the few students that showed up early walked through the halls making their way towards their light blue lockers, one of the many lined up along the walls in between the classrooms. Some were decorated with sports signs, some of those with anchors lettered with the surnames of the owner of the locker. You could hear the clock ticking, counting down every minute until it would send out an ear-piercing ring and send students shuffling off to their first class of the day.

Opening my eyes, I look over to my paper thin tv for the time, noticing that I still have 30 mins till I have to get up I doze off into a soft sleep. Awaking from the blaring noise of my alarm I get up to brush my teeth. As I walk over to the wash bowl, where we wash our hands and brush our teeth, I reach over to grab my toothbrush off it's charger. As I was brushing my teeth, I noticed that it was almost time for me to leave for school. I searched around my closet for a shirt and some jeggings, my usual wardrobe for school, I head towards my broke in tennis shoes. Heading downstairs, I grab my computer holder and my headphones and head for school.

Throughout my day at Centennial Elementary School, I was able to observe and “get my feet wet” in two different special education classrooms. I found both of these experiences to be extremely beneficial as I learned about the specific special education programs offered, saw what a normal day looks like, and watched the students and teachers work through the material together.

I was told to go to the office so I left the classroom to go to the office, there was no way I was going to the office. He was out of his mind letting an eighth grader roam the halls. I knew this was my chance to become popular so I pulled the fire alarm and ran for the exit. I don’t think any one saw me

Roaming through the halls of Willow Bend Elementary School, a tiny, curly-haired girl was anxious for the little hand to land on the 12 so that she could board the yellow school bus. The day seemed like any other as she looked out of the bus window to see her grandma standing next to a beautiful, fuschia tree waiting to pick her up, just as she had every other day. Although everything looked normal, it did not feel that way at all. Uneasiness welcomed the young girl as the bus door slid open. That was the last day that the young girl remembers of the life she once had. That girl was me.

I sat there on the computer typing essays so I could finish my soft more year to graduate. I was on my very last essay when I noticed the time 11:55, I had until 12:10 to finish all my essays and get them turned in. So what did I do? Kicked it in to over drive. I began typing like a cheetah would hunt it's prey. I was determined to finish these essays if it took all I had. I glance at the clock again its 11:59 I think to myself its not enough time. So I begin typing faster ignoring my spelling and grammar mistakes. The clock strikes midnight and its like I can hear the bells tolling in my ear but then I realize its just my heartbeat. I try to type as fast as I can for the next ten minutes trying to get it done but I don't think I"ll make it.

It was a Thursday afternoon. As I stepped outside I could smell the fresh breeze of Spring air. I was excited that I got to miss the last 2 periods of school to go to my track meet. As the buses left to go to Discovery Middle school, I could feel all my excitement start to build up. When I was on the bus I heard someone yell my name.  I turned around to find out that it was Kenna. Kenna is She came over and sat next to me.

“BEEEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEEEEP” That’s the first sound I heard after my peaceful sleep. I always hated my alarm; it would scare me so much I would jump awake and fall off my bed. I would stay awake though because i was so excited to get to school. I was in the biggest hurry, I never wanted to be late. Mom would always let me dress myself because she wanted me to “express my individuality;” sometimes I was so excited to get to school I would either put it on backwards or inside out. I would get so mad when she would try to fix it because I didn’t wanna get to school late. My mom always made me eat breakfast too. I hated that, I was never hungry when I woke up. One time i tried to fool my mom and I told her that I ate breakfast before she woke up. That didn’t go over to well. She put soap in my mouth and said that was my breakfast for the next week. I loved school. I loved learning, I loved seeing my friends and I loved making connections with my teachers that are unforgettable.

It was my first time ever going to the principal’s office. I never broke any rules, and this was suppose to be fun. This was never suppose to end like this. It was late in the day, almost summer, I was a 5th grader at Eader Elementary School when I made my big mistake.

The next morning I was woken to my mother telling me that I didn 't need to get ready. School was closed for the next few days for an investigation.

I woke up in my bed to see that my alarm clock didn’t go off. Great. I was going to be late for school. I was still angry that my servant didn’t wake me up though. She usually does when I don’t wake up on time, and I have no clue as to why she made the one exception this time— on a school day of all days. I didn’t really care though. I didn’t even need school; I was already smarter than all of the kids there. I removed the satin sheets and looked around. My computer was still turned on from last night. I glanced at the clock for a second time. 9:32 AM. I didn’t want to be too late, but, if I was already going to be late, I might as well skip my first period. I wasn’t truant habitually.