Narrative Essay On Field Trip

Twas the night before the 87th National FFA Convention. My bags were packed with my official dress for the days ahead and you would think I have already been there because I already couldn’t what to go back. . As I try to go to sleep concerts, rodeos, and shopping dance in my head but my body aches all over with a runny nose and a cough that would scare a kid. Samantha wake up said my dad. As I rolled out bed not feeling any better but still super excited about going to National FFA Convention. So before I leave I tell my mom goodbye she is handing me a bag of medicine giving me a hug and a full box of kleenex. My dad and I got mcdonalds and went to the school to wait on bill. Once Bill arrived with the bus Bill, Erica , paxton, christon, brooklyn, riley,

It was soon the end of August which meant school was right around the corner. I wasn’t too excited, but I was a little anxious to see what God had in store for me. We hopped in the car, and were on the way. I walked into my new school, Country Day, and acknowledged the wind carried the sound of the chitter-chatter of my fellow classmates, lockers slamming as hard as nails and the howling of the spider-monkey. The halls were outdoor and you could see the never ending mountains and feel the gentle breeze swaying back and forth. I enjoyed the first day and couldn’t wait to go back for more. Throughout the day, I met someone special, someone who would soon to be my best friend, partner in crime, my other half, Sibley. She helped me see the good in situations and inspired me to be outgoing and carefree. Our families became best friends and went on adventure after adventure together. The year

Over the summer I went to Nashville, Tennessee for a missions trip with my youth group. During the trip, I experienced many awkward and embarrassing situations that I wish I didn’t have to live through. Even though there were powerful worship services, memories made, and friendships formed, the week was pretty hectic. There were three particular incidents that really stick out when I think of Missions Trip 2016. These incidents include an atrocious crew and crew leader, a flirtatious man, and a scary church where we stayed.

The game would start promptly at seven and for the first time in our school history there was going to be a packed house. Alumni returned home for the big event and people took the day off from work to through tailgating parties and had most of the school busses canceled. There was little need with parents already at the school and dinner would be a group activity. I wasn’t left out of the festivities and had helped Mrs. McGuire prepared enough food that had me drooling and losing my appetite at the same time. I had hoped my parents would show up, but I knew that was impossible. There was one thing above all that gave me the biggest hint how wonderful that Friday was going to

Warily, I walked over to where my father was standing right outside the school, waiting for Cole and I, when I saw he had shades on, I knew for sure that something was wrong, due to the fact he never wore shades. When we were to the pick-up my whole family was in there. Noticing, when I jumped in the pick-up, my mother also had shades on. Anxiously, I sat there attentively for the longest second of my life, then my father stammered to us that grandfather had passed away. Countless emotions were running through me, overwhelmed; I didn’t know what to think, raving; owing to they said he was going to be adequate, grieving; due to I didn’t get to talk t6o my grandfather before he passed

I remember sitting at our dining room table, looking past the window. I wasn’t much older than eleven. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was bored out of my mind. I sighed, wishing there was something exciting to do. My mother told me that I should go outside and play, but I had already played at our playground what seemed like a million times already. The playground was only ten yards away from our small 800 square foot apartment, in the heart of Omaha, Nebraska. This was a convenience to some kids, but to me it was aggravating. I sat there in that wooden dining chair thinking how this summer had been one of the most uneventful summers I had ever had. I daydreamed about the summers of when I was living in Upstate New York. Ever since

It was a beautiful summer day.The sweet smell of sunflowers blooming through our backyard was similar to the smell of honey. There were so many different types of birds and insects flying around me that I never even knew existed. With water balloons flying around my sister and I, we heard a holler from my mom, “Let’s go, we need to go to Costco!” at the sound of my mom’s voice mentioning Costco my sister and I dropped our water balloons, cleaned the mess as fast as we could. We ran inside, as fast as a race car driver, gulping down the glass of milk my mom neatly placed on the table. With white mustaches we stood next my mom’s silver toyota camry, ready to go. As my mom finished the last of the dishes, we strapped on our seat belts over the booster seat and went to our favorite store.

Starting the day, my sister and I were rushing out of the house to the car, so we sped down the road. The day was steamy and hot, and you could smell the fogginess falling down from the sky. We slowly got out of the car, parked by the activity entrance, we simultaneously glanced at our parents, I could feel the anxiousness spewing from them. Then we picked up the pace and opened the school doors, as I walked in I saw Jordan, a previous varsity player now senior, crumble to the floor

Rain poured on me as I walked home. I was all soaked and as usual, I was alone. It was close to night, and I lived in Del Mar. The other kids walked on the other side of the sidewalk gossiping and insulting me under their breaths, but I tried to not let the voices get to my head. I just kept treading forward. I got to the streetlights and made my across the street to go hike up the hill that leads to my house. My tucked my hands in my jacket pockets and positioned my head down to the dark, paved, and quiet street.

Through the shivers from the September weather, I got dressed and brushed my teeth faster than I had ever done before. I walked out into the kitchen and joined my parents and my older brother, Justin, all of which looked unprepared for the long day we were going to have. Originally, the plan was to drop Justin and I off at our uncle’s

“Ahhhh!” I exclaimed. It was Tuesday morning and I woke up with relief, having finished my homework at 5:00 p.m. Also, there was just a couple weeks left until my school was off for Spring Break and I would go to California with my parents, two sisters, and cousins. Of course I was excited for this trip, wouldn’t you? Anyways, the day seemed as normal as any other day would be, but oh, how wrong I was!

I could hear all the kids scream as they played outside. Many other adults were talking and I finally understood one of them. “We need the wood thank you so much rover.” This is what i got out of all of the conversation. Soon after they grabbed me and took me in this hut where many other wood piles and pieces were. Then I heard “DAD!” I looked over and seen my son. Woody turns and say “Dad i found mama!” Sarah my wife and mother of my child looks at me and says “I'm so glad to see you, we are helping this school keep warm” These children are really sweet, They come in here all the time talking to us. But of course we can't talk back to them.” “The kids always thank us for keeping them

Roaming through the halls of Willow Bend Elementary School, a tiny, curly-haired girl was anxious for the little hand to land on the 12 so that she could board the yellow school bus. The day seemed like any other as she looked out of the bus window to see her grandma standing next to a beautiful, fuschia tree waiting to pick her up, just as she had every other day. Although everything looked normal, it did not feel that way at all. Uneasiness welcomed the young girl as the bus door slid open. That was the last day that the young girl remembers of the life she once had. That girl was me.

I was excited about orchestra because playing the violin interested me. Unfortunately, all we did in class was talk about procedures. My final class was art, but we did the same thing as all the other classes. When my final class was done, I had to go find my bus. I couldn’t find my bus number so I had to ask one of the teachers outside helping the students. “Could you help me find my bus? It’s number 312.” She replied, “Your bus is all the way at the front of the line.” I thanked her and went on my way. When I got onto the bus, it was nearly full which was weird because in the morning there weren’t many people on the bus. I decided to take a seat next to a student in my math class named Randy. I said, “Hi Randy. How was your first day of school?” He replied, “It was super boring.” We talked until I arrived at my stop. I got off and went to my house. My mom greeted me at the door. “How was your first day of school?” she asked. I replied, “I accidently went to the wrong class, but I made some new friends. River Trail Middle School wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. I guess sometimes new things aren’t always

Everybody is on or has been on a journey before. Being on a journey is very important because it gives you a goal or task that you want to accomplish. When you go on a journey you find is yourself through the experiences and obstacles that life throws at you. Throughout a journey, you are taught life lessons and have the capability of applying that new knowledge for the future for a better outcome. Sometimes, these life lessons challenge you and you ultimately succeed at the end. For the past 5 months, I have been on a journey as I have been learning a new instrument that I’ve always wanted to learn since I was a little kid. Being on this path has taught me many life lessons and how to stay focused on what really matters.