Personal Narrative Essay : Getting Home From School

Coming to school every day as a tenth grader was exciting, but it can get very annoying at times. I had to overcome many challenges to make it this far. Generally, freshman year was a year of change. One of the greatest things I learned as I reached sophomore year, was not to procrastinate.

Tizio brought Painted Girl home after a long day of work. There was an odd car in the driveway. Painted Girl got out of Tizio’s truck and waved goodbye to him. She made her way up the walkway, pausing to look at the plain stoop. Beige siding, railing and door, the only color change was from the off-white concrete. She made mental plans for the entrance but wondered about the spiffy new Land Rover in the drive. She sighed. She hoped that Sarah had followed the plans for the house. It was written down in clear English, all she had to do was follow directions. She continued to hesitate worried that the house would be chaotic. She wanted to be home for Christmas. She reached for the door handle but it was jerked out of her hands and she

On this day, at 0810, I was traveling west on Mikeluc Dr enroute to Saegert Elementary School to drop my son to school. Just like any other day I drop my son off at school, there are traffic considerations one should consider. There are two types of children drop-offs, one to drop at the door, the other is a park and walk you child up to the door, I was in the latter. As I approached the intersection of Schorn and Mikeluc with my son in the car, traffic from all directions are lined up to drop at the door. (See Attachment). The only way to gain access to the parking lot in "drop at door" line until clearance is made to gain access to the parking lot or to simply proceed with caution in the incoming lane. This is normal practice for parents. I have never seen an accident occur with this practice.

“Oh, I see…” answered Alex then she paused. “Look, Evan, something’s come up and I really need to see her so could you just tell me where I can find her?”

I can feel the wind blowing through my hair as I speed away from school on the last day before summer break. I continue to speed up as I get farther away from teachers, sports, and my classmates. It wasn’t until I see red and blue lights and hear the sirens of a cop car pulling up right on the tail of my car that I slowed down. I look at my speedometer, turns out I was going fifteen miles above the legal speed limit. I try to smooth talk the officer… Why did it have to be HIM. By him I mean the officer who was pulling me over for speeding, but this is the third time he had pulled me over… He tells me that using my father’s name couldn’t save me this time. I was going to be in DEEP trouble when I got home. Good thing dad was still at the station

After sitting at the same desk for three years, I figured I was beyond seeing anything new. I was wrong. After that third year I saw a lot more than I thought I would. I went up to high school and everything was so much different. The grades were harder, the assignments were harder and the teachers were harder.

I was in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.

She walks to the centermost oak tree near Mason Hall, she finally has found the perfect shady spot on an 80-degree day. She passes the boy from her Psychology class and gives him a small smile. She’s taking a journey to a jungle she doesn’t normally observe, a place where many humans and animals inhabit. There isn’t a breeze and the air feels drier than usual. The Diag seems unfriendly today, as she sits down she’s nervous of her surroundings. She plants herself on a somewhat clean patch of grass and pulls out her shiny laptop. She is reading “Werner Herzog’s Conquest of the Useless” for her freshman English class. As she dives her way into the reading she starts to think about where she is, what is going on around her, and the journey that she is on. A bushy red squirrel approaches her, she’s confused why it’s coming so close and quickly gets up to escape its presence. “Why in the world is this squirrel so close to me” she thinks to herself. The girl moves from the tree but as she get up she starts to notice specific details she hasn’t before.

Gwen walked outside only to get a face full of the cool, cold breeze gliding across her face. She had on a lightweight, zipped up maroon jacket that still kept her warm despite its thickness. She also was wearing a dark gray - almost black - beanie her dad had got her the Christmas before he joined the army to go fight in Afghanistan. She’d had it since she was 14. Her somewhat medium-length bright, blonde hair went down just a little past the hood of her jacket. Being 17, Gwen hopped into her bright white 2014 Volkswagen Jetta - not the most spacious car in the world, but it got her where she needed to go. She set off to go pick up her best friend, Lauren, to set off on another adventure. The city of Cleveland was pretty busy this morning, yet it was nothing compared to New York City or Tokyo.

“Vandi, what was it like coming to America?” I looked up to see my friend Carson staring at me intently, his eyes big blue eyes full of wonder, his blonde hair shining under fluorescent lighting. Suddenly, I was self conscious about my dark skin and eyes.

A beautiful summer’s day, and I am so excited to see them that I can barely contain myself. They pull up in a large grey car, and when they get out I am surprised at how little I recognize of them, but then again I haven’t seen them sense I was four. After an extended hello they pull me into the back of their car. I see the reminisce of a long car ride in the back seat.

Getting to school at 7:15 am, an hour early, allowed me to sit on my desk, in the principal’s office, and get some reading done, outline my day, and finish up on work.  School started at 8:15 am end ended at 3:44 pm. After school, from 4 pm to 7 pm, I either worked at school, attended BridgeUP, or partook in an internship. Then came the arduous chunk of my day.  I would work from 8 pm to 12 am in multiple grocery and deli stores for my family.  Even though my parents weren't in dire need for money, the money I made was belonged to them and was used for petty things.  I did this every day of the week, but worked from 6am to 10 pm on Sundays, the devil's day.  This lifestyle was mentally and physically excruciating, it was not the cat’s meow,

One day, I was getting ready to start school back and I got a phone call from the school. The school said from now on school is going to be one and half hours longer a day. I started freaking out and thinking about how much later I'll get home and stuff. I told my mom and dad I didn't want it to happen and they said it will be okay and I thought to myself how I might get school over with early.

The morning was average and one could already see the mysterious, milky light of the night mix with the interrupting brightness of the day. You brushed your teeth, slipped on your shoes, and had Nell fix your tie like any old Dawson Tax cubicle worker would do. “When do you think you’ll be home from the office, Mack?” “About 7:30, I’m working late.” “Aww. Okay, that’s not a problem! I’ll help Maddie with her project,” she said with a smile not wanting to let you know how much it meant to

Just got to Alden for school, hopped out of the car with a smile on my face. Warm breeze, screaming kids, and me. The bell rang the loudest that day. It sounded like a train that was right by my ear. Walking into to school was just like normal when all of the sudden “Ally come here,” Jocelyn said.