Personal Narrative Essay : The Last Day Of School

Barry couldn't believe that it was morning already, he went to sleep at 1 a.m because he stayed up binge watching his favorite show.“Barry wake up, it's 7:30!” Diana yelled as she rushed into her son's room. “Mom! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?, it's the first day of school!” was what came out Barry’s mouth although he knew that it was his fault like always. Barry stared at his alarm clock, which was completely silent, no noise or numbers reflecting off the screen to let Barry know that it was time to get ready for his first day of middle school. The day brightened considerably, the shadows were stretching in the opposite direction from what Barry had seen yesterday in his first day in New York. His father, Daniel, and Diana rush into the car since it was Daniel’s first day as well, at his new job in the famous World Trade Center. "Ready for your big day today champ?”, Barry didn't answer because of the memories that rushed through his brain of all his friends, teachers, and his grandpa.

The end of 8th grade. Alex and I had spent so much time together. We fought a lot though, we hated each other for some time but in an instant we told each other we loved one another and went on to spend lots of time together. This happened many times during 7th and 8th grade. We built a couple groups of people that we would hang out with. Alex and I had made at least 20 close friends that we could hang out with any lunch or brunch. We had grown to be so close, and at the end of eighth grade he told me that he was moving. I felt horrible. I had made lots of friends, but the one person that I spent every day with was him. Alex and I spent a lot of time together before he left. But then he had to leave. I was kind of lost, I had friends but no

“Charlie wake up now, your gonna be late for school again!” Jack, Charlie’s father, exclaimed. “Dad, I don’t want to go to school today or tomorrow...or ever. I’m tired of it all.” Charlie moaned out. “Charlie boy, you need to succeed in school, for me and your mother and for our family. Do this for us son.” Jack explained. Charlie rolled out of bed and slipped on his boots and his uniform. He glanced in the mirror and saw an unfamiliar face stare back at him, a changed person. Charlie slung his bag over his shoulder and made sure to grab his money before he left. As he approached his group of friends, he looked around and realized everything was the same. The same as yesterday and the day before that, and even the day before that. Charlie came to the realization that nothing would ever

The Superintendent walked solemnly down the dimly lit hallway. The vast walls of lockers gave him an overwhelming sense of nostalgia, eating away at his soul like acid eating away metal. The psychologically effects transmitted to his outer body, causing him to halt to an abrupt stop. Standing like a deer in headlights, his mind was instantaneously flooded with brisk images of the once flourishing hallways. He stifled a faux smile, composed himself, and erratically walked into the main office, where he prepared to apologetically deliver the final afternoon announcement of the High School’s history. Alone¬¬––later in his office, another pang of dense, impenetrable darkness suffocated him and he let out a cry of resignation. He put his chapped

“Time for school Rosy.” said Riley as she went to Rosy’s room to wake her up. After Rosy got dressed, Riley drove her to school at East High School. As she takes a seat in Mrs. Rogers’ math class, the bell rings. Mrs. Rogers is about to close the door till Adam Matthews, the most popular guy and one of the best athletes in school, sprints in. Mrs. Rogers said “You are late once again Adam. You are failing my class, so I have no option, but to assign you a tutor to help with your studies starting

When he opened the door excitement ran through his blood. The room was huge! He could easily fit everything he ever wanted. Their was a window in his room where he could see the beaches with surfers surfing the waves. When everything was all set up Jim rushed into his room and jumped into his queen size bed. Jim grabbed the remote and turned on his TV and his PS3 and settled into his comfy bed. One thing rolled in and out of his brain though. Tomorrow was his first day at San Ysidro High School and Jim wasn’t sure what to expect. Jim alarm rang at 7 o’clock and Jim excitedly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. “Read for your first day of school kids?”, said said Jim’s mom. “Yes Mom”, said Jim, and Jessica in unison. “Well you better hurry up if you don’t want to be late for the first day of school!”, said Jim’s and Jessica’s mom. “Now kids if you make your beds, do some laundry, and do some laundry every once awhile. I will pay you guys five dollars each.” , said said their mother. “Sweet” , said Jim and Jessica. “That starts today!” , said Amanda. After Jim had gotten ready he ran down his driveway to catch the bus. When the bus arrived Jim held his breath as he walked up the steps

Sadness, desperation, and the thought of failure plagued my brain as I went into my second day of Sophomore year in high school. I had grown to dislike school a lot as it felt like all the fun I used to have was slowing diminishing into nothing. As I walked to my next class, I looked down to make sure I had the right room number. I did, it was time for English which I was not looking forward to. But, to my surprise, this English class would change everything

The overhead speaker that usually chimed, to signal the beginning of School, remains silent. I can only hear the occasional car passing, and a light trickle of rain hitting the roof tops, windows and pavement. The grounds were, as a rule, empty and dark on this day of the week, few of the staff could muster the motivation to come to work, and the students were prohibited from coming. It wasn’t required of them. This weekend however, would be different than the rest. For there had been months of preparation in anticipation for what would occur at 10 o’clock this evening. Whoever won this game would continue to the championship game. I was. I had been kept awake all night by my own nervous excitement, and am starting to feel the effects of the

"Besides the part where I have to wear a rubber mouse head for 6 minutes, yeah" I responded laughing. We continued to stretch, going through our splits, and adding some relevés to get our ankles warmed up. We stretched our arms and legs, did a few push-ups and jumping jacks. All you could smell was the hairspray, and the make-up, and weirdly cookies, but that's because we all teamed up and brought snacks. We all made our way onto the stage, pitch black, to hear mumbling out by the sound booth and up in the light box. All of a sudden the lights come on, and we sit ourselves in a semi circle around the three teachers, Lauren, Gretchen, and Vanessa. I zone out as they begin speaking and focus

In Boy’s Life, Cory Mackenson is excited that it’s the last day of school. When he’s waiting in the classroom to be “freed” from school by his teacher, the bell finally rings. “Rinnng! We all jumped up, like parts of the same squirming insect.” He feels happiness about his summer and being free of school. “I ran out along the corridor,my arms unencumbered by books,my mind unencumbered by facts and figures,quotations and dates. I ran out into the golden sunlight,and my summer has begun.”This shows how excited Cory Mackenson was to have his freedom

The day is calm from the heavy rains as the students enter the school smiling and joking . Henry gets a lot of attention now having a car with a license. Everyone always wanting rides , bribing him with money always. He only used his car for personal reasons , Colleen and his friends. Henry and Colleen walk to there lockers gathering there books , Sam startles Henry from behind. “ Jesus Sam you scared the shit out of me.” “ Sorry I didn't mean to , did you guys hear about Erika ?” They both looked at Sam confused. “ I usually wait for her by the door after she eats breakfast , so she doesn't walk by herself .” This morning her mom said she wasn't feeling well , I saw her staring outside her bedroom window like she just saw a ghost.” She was really pale , I never seen her like that before as long as I've

Since John did not go to the open house to meet his teachers he had no clue who they were, what they looked like, or if they were nice or not, but that was not his fear it was that he would have a class with Cam Johnson! For some reason he had never liked John, and he really never talked to him. This year was going to be different, because John knew that Cam wouldn´t try out for the school football team,so that he would get the starting spot on the town’s travel team.

On his final day as a teacher, the despairing Mr. Holland is led to the school auditorium, where his professional life is surprisingly redeemed. Hearing that their beloved

     Tony finished getting ready, and then we left for the high school. The parking lot was filled with all the other seniors’ cars. Tony and I walked into the library ten minutes late like usual, and the principal had already started giving instructions. I found my place in line and then was all ears. I couldn’t help but look around at all the others. Smiles were plastered on their faces as if they had heard a hilarious joke. Once the principal concluded his speech, the whole senior class paraded down the hallway to the commons in two uniform lines stopping just outside the gymnasium doors. We could hear the band warming up and playing songs. All the people that were standing around me were bubbling

It’s the end, high school is finally over. It’s finally graduation day, and a wave of emotion hit, and I’ve never been hit with a wave quite this hard, not even at the beach. I’m not the type to get sad, but as I walk around in my long draping gown, my cap the doesn’t quite fit because of my abnormally large head, and my state championship ring I can’t help but be overwhelmed with emotion. Being the guy that I am I ignore it as always and I continue going around to teachers and give them hugs, thanking them for the help they’ve given me. Watching everyone take pictures, crying, talking about their futures, and how “they’ll have to meet up sometime” as if they’re moving to another country when they are just really moving to the next town over. I swore the day before, the week before, even months before I would be sad, and wouldn’t know what to do with myself when today actually comes, but I can’t seem to find the emotions. All of them are on the inside and won’t come out. On the inside I feel sad, and upset and I want to just hug everyone and cry, but I can’t. I don’t have time to think about crying, because of all the chaos going on around me. We only got one practice in ahead of time, just about nobody actually listened to what we are supposed to be doing, so everyone’s doing their own thing. I walk through the halls and realize this is my final last. I’ve had my last soccer game, I’ve attended my last football game and cheered them onto another loss, and now in