Personal Narrative Essay: Going Back To School

I was laying on my fluffy bed thinking about what I should do before going back to “uh” school. I absolutely despise going to school from everyone not liking me to rules and directions and, my super popular older brother and sister Heacter and Winter. What made it worse was that Then I remembered that there were posters all over school before spring break saying that there was going to be a party today across town at 4pm. I rolled over to see that my clock yelling 3:30pm and, that I needed to go. I realised that there was no way I was going to make it in time and, being two hours late would not work out. There was only one thing that I could do. I ran all over the house until I found Heacter and Winter.

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As a child we are always asked, “ What do you want to be when you grow up?” I just never really knew how to answer that. I always had a love for sports and taking care of others. I went back and forth and just never could decide what to do, then of course life gets busy and school got put on the back burner. I knew I wanted a career and not just a job, something I would love to do and not just the daily grind. My husband and I prayed for God to lead us in a direction that would work for us and our family. Of course God’s plan might be different then yours.

My family and I had lived in Oregon for my entire life. We had moved a couple times, but nothing enormous. I was getting to the age where I would have to go to high school soon but my mother did not want me to board, because she did not like it when my brother boarded. So she started looking around for a nice high school with a job opening in the area for her as well as my father, all of this going on without my knowledge of course. One day when I was on my mother's computer I “accidently” found out where my mother was considering we would move to. That was the day I found out we would be moving across the country to Virginia.

One early, April morning, people came for me in the dead of night to take me to school. The tinkling sounds of their key inside the lock to the door of my bedroom woke me from a sound sleep. They fumbled with it, betraying their unfamiliarity with the lock, while I rolled over in my bed and half dreamt of reminding my mom that the handle had to be held slightly upwards. When the door opened full there was a pause as light and cool air entered my room, and I propped myself up on my elbows to see why I was hearing such heavy breathing. A tall, middle-aged man approached the foot of my bed, while a short and unfamiliar woman lingered below the doorframe.

I just moved to a new town and i’m not the social type. I’m used to moving almost every year we move, but this year my dad said that we would stay (I don’t believe him), I just make friends and have fun then we moved. So this time I might make a few friends. Its the beginning of fall so I guess I get to start over like everyone else (I guess). So that means school is just around the corner so I guess it's time to start making friends.

“I remember a big, dark cloud coming across the sky in the middle of the day.” recalls Sean Syverson. Sean was about ten years old at the time and lived in Kendrick, ID. He lived out in the woods with his parents and two siblings which were both younger than him.

On the fourth day, we went to Chico, Old Sacramento, Capitol State Capitol and to Stanislaus. Since it was our last night in a hotel together we decided to sit down together in a circle and share what we liked. Then an hour later we went with our chaporne and they gave us an envelope. At first I was laughing because I was like I bet this was the letter I wrote in freshman year and thoughts went across the things I wrote like “I bet you’re going to have a 3.5 and be in honor classes.” Then I notice that on the bottom of the envelope my mom’s handwriting. I started tearing up because I thought it was a letter she wrote to me and it was. I opened and I started even crying even more because me and mom never say nice things to each other and that will forever be my favorite moment. Later that night I called her to thank her. The next day, we went to Merced, Fresno, M & S Ranchito Market in Mcfarland and to

One hot summer, me and Sara was playing outside when say invite me to a sleepover at her house. Since, I never want to her house, I decide to go. After, our play date I want to my dad begging him to let me spend the night at my friend’s house. My dad finally say yes!! I ran so fast upstairs to my room that I almost break my leg. I just walk it off, then I want to pack my bag. Sara was so excited too, that she was screaming so loud in my ear. Finally, my dad want to drop us at Sara’s house. I kiss my dad goodbye and I want off to the most amazing moment of my life.

I remember this day like it was yesterday, Amanda and I went to my dad’s house for the weekend. We got there on a Friday after school. Amanda had been acting funny for a few weeks, she became very distant, wouldn’t come out of her room and wouldn’t talk to mom. Saturday came around and I had been outside playing with my neighbors all day. When I walked upstairs the yelling got louder and louder. I thought Amanda was getting in trouble for leaving her towel on the floor again, but instead it was my dad on the phone with my grandmother. It turned out Amanda told dad that Lem put his

It was a hot summer night on July 5th I remember it was a day after the fourth of July. Arianna sent me a text asking to come over because she was bored and she complained how she hasn’t seen me in two days. Meanwhile i asked my mom if she could come over and stay the night. My mom was concerned because it was about eight fifty at night, but she didn't ask any questions she just picked up her keys and hooked the dog to her leash and told me to tell Arianna we were on our way. Arianna only lives two blocks away from me, and my mom didn’t mind her coming over because its not a long drive. When we pulled up to Arianna’s house she was sitting on her porch. Her hair was in a messy bun while she was wearing a baggy shirt and sweatpants. All i could do was laugh at her and think to myself “Thats my best friend alright”.

As the only girl of 2 boys then, I was of course a “Daddy’s Girl”. I went with him everywhere, from going to the store to helping bail hay at my Uncle Boone’s. I would bawl until he got home if he didn’t let me go with him. On this particular day, I’m not sure what was up but my dad had asked me to go help him finish this club house looking hunting stand at my Uncle Michael’s. I said no thanks and went on playing with my toys. Reiteratively he kept asking, I continued to say no. As my dad walked out into the garage to leave, my mom looked at me with her compelling

It was a sunny morning around 7:00 AM. I was still tired. Mia told Brayden and I to get up, get dressed, and pack a bathing suit with a towel. We were so confused about what was going on so I asked Mia what was going on and why did we have to get up so early. She didn't know either all she told us was that our mom texted her and said that we have to get up and get ready. After we had packed, we went downstairs, grabbed a water bottle, filled it up, and ran out the door. As we were walking to our moms house, I realized that I had left my phone at home, but, it was too late to turn back. I knew that, that day wasn't my day. When we arrived at our moms house we walked inside and asked her what was going on. All she said was "Nothing" and she told us to eat, make sure we had everything and go to the car. So we ate the sandwich she had made for us and checked that we had everything. We then went out to the car for the 1 ½ hour drive that was ahead of us. As we were driving on the highway, we saw the sign that said “HERSHEY.” Everybody got excited. We all knew where we were going, although our mom told us that we would see when we got there and that she wasn't going to tell us where we were going. She always did this. She never gave you a full answer. If you were to ask what she was making she would say food.If you were to ask what kind of food she would say the edible kind. I knew where we were going even if she didn't tell us. It was pretty obvious. Everybody knew. We

It was November 5, 2015. It was a slow night, my parents had left me and my little sister home alone for a few hours so they could go out with friends from out of town. After my parents left, Maddie, my little sister, and I parted separate ways one of us upstairs and the other downstairs. I was lying on my bed trying to finish Paper Towns. What felt like three hours later, but in reality was only an hour and a half later, Maddie comes upstairs into her bedroom, slamming the door shut. That 's odd. I thought to myself. Being the protective big sister I am, I got up and knocked on her door. "Mads, you okay?" I asked. I waited a few minutes before knocking again.

Gradually scaling to the floor, uncontrollably rolling your eyes into the back of your head, your face turning as white as a ghost, your hands cringing up like shriveled wilted prunes, and rigorous shaking like your house during a terrible storm, crying out a bloody murder scream, I think it’s safe to say my heart was failing. Let me take you back to the day before. One what seems to be an ordinary day in third grade music class turned into a nightmare that had only just begun. Perched in my chair in music class, I could sense something wasn’t right, my heart was pulsating uncontrollably quick, the whole room started spinning, and my eyes were forming black dots clogging my sight. "THUD!" Dove straight into the chair in front of me, blacking completely out on the music room floor. After they got me up I felt dizzy, A migraine that was beating so boisterous it could be heard a mile away, my educator Mrs. Lund walked me to the office and while in transit to the office I regurgitated red bile exiting out of my mouth, and my mom took me home that day to rest.