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Personal Narrative: A Room In High School

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As I walked into the immense arena throngs of brightly dressed people shoved passed me in an effort to get to their seats. The room was alive with excitement and anticipation, as everyone in the room knew that at the end of this night a few lucky groups would leave home with the greatest honor any team could receive. Brightly colored lights circled the room and loud music thumped through the speakers as me and my team finally got to our seats and awaited our future, whatever it may be. After a few minutes of controlled chaos, a hush fell over the room and the announcer began to welcome us to the end of our journey in the destination imagination season. As the announcer listed off the competing countries and states, my mind began to wander …show more content…

My hands shook in nervous anticipation, and possible scenarios flashed through my mind. What if we had actually failed and done something we weren’t supposed to in our presentation? What if we got disqualified? When we returned back to Austin we would be considered failures, and maybe we wouldn’t be allowed to compete again! I looked at my teammates and could tell that they were feeling the same sense of uneasiness that I was. Once again the blue screen flashed, this time with the big words First Place. Time seemed to stay still, and the wait seemed so long that it almost felt like the computer system or the mike the announcer was using had broken down. The tension in the room seemed to build up more and more, almost to the point that the room felt like it was going to burst open as soon as the fateful words left the announcer’s …show more content…

“From Texas,” the announcer spoke, annunciating each syllable as if he were a preschool student learning to read for the first time. My heartbeat seemed to increase by one thousand times, and my brain didn’t seem to be processing information fast enough. Finally, after the announcer felt like he had waited long enough and the crowd seemed like they would attack him if he didn’t finish, the announcer spoke the words that determined our team’s fate. “First Place goes to Grisham Middle School!” Time was like a liquid that had suddenly frosted over and was melting ever so slowly. My team and I shot up from our seats with the energy of a rocket and raced down towards the stage from the 48th row of seats with the speed of Olympic runners. When we reached the stage, I looked up and realized something that would change my life from that point onwards. Every single one of the 40,000 odd people in the room was using their 80,000 hands to clap for us. We were the best at the challenge in the world, and all the countless hours and after school days of work on our project had paid off. I glanced up and looked at the beaming spotlight on us as we walked onto the stage, knowing that this memory would last a

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