Personal Narrative-Ursula High School

Looking through this thread so far, pretty much last as usual thanks to my writing style, I was surprised to see there are no fellow procrastinators in the class. This is a stark contrast from my recently departed high school class. We would all get rubrics and prompts at least a week in advance and we would all begin our assignments on the same day: the day before the assignment is due. Sometimes it was utter chaos in the library in the morning of or the lunch period right before. Sometimes others would forgo the whole early or late ordeal and have no paper to turn in at all. We were young, we were wild, we were all so very stupid. But then again this is college, this is a different animal, and many have seen the error of their ways and chosen

The car ride to Detroit Catholic Central High School felt the same as any other car ride I have ever taken in my entire life, boring. Just sitting, wanting to move around but cannot because of the small space and the belt harnessing you to the chair. But I knew I was going to play a game I have been

I was riding the school bus back to the closest stop to my house, Trail Wind Elementary School. It was quite a large elementary school, a beige color, with a sharp maroon outline. Then again, everything in Boise was large, from the mountains to the sky. Even though Trail Wind was closer, this bus was returning from Collister Elementary, 45 minutes across the city. It was a small school, but a very good one, one of the three schools in the nation with an advanced curriculum program. Since it was small, almost all of my friends rode the same bus, so I could always count on an interesting bus ride. Today was no exception. But it definitely wasn’t going to be a normal day.

During the week on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays I volunteer at pine meadow elementary. I get to spend some of my time with kindergarteners that range from an age 5-6. I leave Sartell high school at 10:05 ish by walking and get to pine meadow elementary around 10:25 the time I begin. When I walk in the front doors I go straight to the office and sign in on the sheet and on my time card while grabbing a number card to clip to my clothing. Right before I begin to walk to my designated classroom, I blow my nose and sanitize my hands just to be safe. It only takes about five minutes to walk from the main office to my classroom. I go straight to the locker Mrs. Drais gave me with a special magnet on it that says volunteer; I open it up and put my

Orendorf Elementary School, a place of many memories and much learning. What was the most treasured part of each day? Recess after lunch, of course! This was the time to play silly games, like hop-scotch and jump rope, and hang out with friends to discuss the latest in “who likes who” and “which boy has cooties”. This was also the longest recess of the day. My friends and I tried to finish eating our lunch as quickly as possible because the sooner you got finished eating, the sooner you could go outside to play. After eating, Denise, Julie, and I quickly cleaned off our table, packed up our lunchboxes, and then raised our hands to be dismissed from the lunchroom. As soon as Mr. Little told us we could go, we quickly made our way from the cafeteria

It has come to my knowledge that in order to join cross country I would need to go to the summer program. Due to being in summer school for Geometry(for two semesters), and my mother wanting to get the most out of the summer athletics program signed me up for tennis. This was due to tennis despite being right after summer school was in a time zone that I could attend, on the other hand cross country was held in the later half of the summer a time that my family dedicated for a mix of vacations and christian camps; and because of the various events would make it so I couldn't come to a good portion of the cross country program, making it the worse of two choices. However, because I am now unable to go to the summer program I was hoping if I

It was second grade,I remember it like it was yesterday. The worst day of second grade. The day started out just fine with me eating breakfast,starting with oatmeal and a glass of milk. I rode the bus and my stomach started to rumble and I was feeling weird. It went away after a little while. When lunch rolled around things started to change.

“ Come on! Come on!” The parents from the other team screamed. I got really nervous, I knew my team was ready, they just had to push their limits. Everyone looked so tired on my team, and some on the other. But the one girl with the ball did not slow down. I remember the last game we tied with them. The same girl that was coming at me now was the girl who shot the last goal. She always shot in the right corner, but she kept switching it when she scored that last goal. It happened the last 30 seconds of that game, and when she shot it last game, I knew I couldn't let that happen again.

It was time,school was starting all everyone was talking about was basketball I was sitting

As a young adolescent the smell of a delicious home-cooked breakfast would be the reason for me to get out of bed on a sunday morning. My father would knock on my door and command me to eat breakfast and prepare myself or else we would run late to our church service. As we hurried to church, due to my lackadaisical attitude, I was often forced to sit in the first row to the stage. This was always embarrassing because as a child I was reserved, and I dreaded walking in front of everyone. As the hour long church services took place, I would find myself languishing away only to be alerted by the soft glares of my dad.

Sweat running down my dad’s and my face. Our faces were as red as a juicy tomato. Before the game I got to take a locker room tour, where I could go in the locker room look at the team’s rings and the player's’ jersey. I got lucky I got to high five their starting quarterback Deshaun Kizer. After getting to play football on the Notre

Makenzy and I walked out onto the court in our little blue and white uniforms to go once again meet the opponents we had lost to a few weeks before in a tournament. We stood in line with the other girls on our team and waited till we heard, “first doubles, Emily and Makenzy.” After our opponents names were called, we shook

Discuss an accomplishment or event, formal or informal, that marked your transition from childhood to adulthood within your culture, community, or family.

Were at school and it’s not fun! We’re in gym. I hate gym! Well, the rest of my day was pretty boring and stupid. When I got home, Faith and I went upstairs to “study”. I turned on the TV and they were talking about something...interesting on the News.

Utterly vexed, I stormed out of the office without another word. I heard a sigh from Mrs. Smith and a muttered response from Tara before she came hastening after me. Placing her hand on my arm, she breathed heavily, “Lauren, you’ve got to do it! The game starts in two hours and Gayle has the flu. It’s impossible for her to sing today.” Her round, honey-brown eyes were wide with expectation.