Personal Narrative: My Autobiography By Keilah Truscott

I started school in a big building for the first time I remember it the most because I spent the most time in it I had a teacher named miss laurence she was the best she let us watch Bill nye

My first day in kindergarten I was scared the first day but when I got there I was fine and I had fun. My conferences were always good in elementary. I had a lot of friends and was always popular. When I was in 5th grade I had a lot of jobs because teachers liked me. One of my jobs was after everyone got done with recess me and joey got to go pick all the balls up and usually when we picked everything up me and him play 1 on 1 Elementary

I started out in Lindbergh at the age of three where I went to preschool for two years. I remember taking naps, playing on the playground, and snacking the most. After I finished preschool I went on to kindergarten. My first year riding a big school bus vs the small they use to pick us up in for preschool. I remember my kindergarten teacher Ms. Dorn who taught me the alphabet and how to count. My first grade teacher Ms. Hansen taught me how to read, write, add, and subtract. I remember my second grade teacher Ms. Welinski who help me further my education in the world of history, math, reading, and writing. My third grade teacher Ms. Cox retired my third grade year, but her lasted year she taught me how to write in cursive and to multiply.

I was born on October 23rd, 1999 very early in the morning the very first person to carry me was my dad. When I two years old me and my mom moved to Las Vegas, and lived there for about 6 years then soon move back to California. That was in early the early 2000’s when that happened . Few years past by then my sister was born June 23rd, 2005. I was staying with my cousin at the time until she was born then I went to see my sister on the day she was born.

When I started school in Poplar Bluff I didn’t know anyone. It was close to the end of the school year so I didn’t have much time to make any friends. When school ended, summer went by fast and I went into first grade. It was scary! I was shy and still didn’t have any friends. Near the middle of the school year my class got to make JELL-O! It was blue, and we had to put goldfish in it. It was like the ocean with fish in it. I was the first to help my teacher, Mrs. Webb, because I was the quietest. My only

I remember I would rush home, like the superhero Flash, to start my homework. Since I was in elementary school student, I strived to do my homework, and I would want to study and be tested on material with my mother and with my special education teacher, Mrs. Gibson. I was about eight years old when I realized I was unique in my own special way; I came to terms that I learned at a slower pace. Later on, I figured out I had a learning disability, but before I knew about my diagnoses, I never felt left out of my regular classroom. I focused on getting the best grade in the class, and be successful in school. Mrs. Gibson was my case manager from third to fifth grade, and during that point in my life, I would tell her my biggest and darkest secrets most children would not tell their best friends. I was completely comfortable talking to her and I was inspired to become a teacher like her. One memory I recall is when I announced to my elementary school friends, classmates and teachers that I wanted to become a teacher, but choosing a grade level I want to teacher would be much harder than I anticipated.

One memory that I cannot get out of my head is from Christmas time. My dad’s family passes off which house Christmas was held in each year, and this year was our turn. I had only been playing

I remember that it was Monday morning, we were getting ready to go on a small trip with friends. I was getting ready with Gabby. She was watching T.V. I was in my room packing for this trip. The doorbell, it was Rachel, she was ready. Breana left couple days early because she was driving instead of flying like us. We were going to Washington for a trip.

My earliest memory of being a student was when I attended school at Nolanville elementary (outside of Harker Heights). I remember every morning we would all gather around in a circle and the teacher would pick a student to help her teach the class, when she would choose a student to help her, the responsibility of that child would

I remember my love of books and how I was determined to learn how to read. Whether it was pretending to read, or my mom helping me. I remember reading out loud to my parents at home and writing little stories for my family to read. I still have some of the short stories I made when I was little. I would read and write everyday and I never got old of it. My writing skills are lot better now, obviously.

I had always loved my first-grade teacher, Mrs.Bradley. She would have a station in daily five called writer’s workshop. Daily five was five stations at the beginning of the day to help us start the school day. One day my best friends at that time Zoe and Samantha had made a book series without me. I had gotten really jealous about that. Their book was about a person that could turn into a mermaid. I always remember that memory as funny now but I guess it was a big deal in first grade.

Weeks passed and I remember it was late night and me and my brothers were upstairs in our rooms playing house when my parents came

When I think of the most important memory that I have from my childhood, my mind goes directly to my childhood house to one specific day, the day I got my puppy! I was in my kitchen on a calm day. My sister pulled up into the very cracked black top that was in our driveway. I heard the car door slam close, then the sound of the squeaky kitchen door being opened. Eventually, I heard my name being yelled out by not only one person, but also my niece and nephew. As I ran down the creaky and very loud stairs I could feel that something special was going to happen. As I turned the corner my eyes went directly to one small fluff that was on the table. My sister had previously mentioned that she wanted a puppy and I even went to a run-down pet shop in a very sketchy town with her. But the dog that we were on a hunt for was not at all like the one that was on my kitchen table at that moment. I began approaching the counter, but trying to calm myself down. Previously I had owned a giant spotted pitbull named Yeyo and so I wasn’t that familiar with tiny dogs. I was beginning to picture the amazing days I could have with this dog before even laying a finger on her soft fluffy hair. My sister must’ve surely seen the amazement in my eyes because before even saying anything to her, she began talking. Her words were a blur to me because I was so focused on the huge deep brown eyes that were sitting on the slippery white worn down counter in front of me. The dog was not meant to be mine

The earliest memory I have of loving school was in third grade with my favorite teacher from elementary school. Everyone loved Mr. Lee because he was fun and would give out Oreo cookies to students who answered his questions, but I loved Mr. Lee because of how interesting his class was. He made me

You always gotta start with the best memory. If you don’t then you are starting in the wrong order. Here’s my first memory. It all started with me, and my two sisters, and getting out of school on friday. Man we couldn’t wait till friday came that was the best day out of the week not just because it was the last day of the week for school,but because Papa was picking us up. Papa would pick us up, and my mom would call my Papa, and say “Where are my children do you have them?”. Papa would say “Girl you already know they with me what you calling my phone for!. You know when you go with one of your grandparents you're guaranteed to get fed. Papa would make sure he went to Go Chicken Go before he picked us up because that was are Friday dinner every Friday it never changed. Going over Papa’s house was like going to heaven. That’s a place you was going to have fun at and leave with a good story. Now I’m going to tell you how me, and my sisters got our own pet at Papa’s house.