The Most Memorable Day of My Life
Gisela Lopez
Ms. S. Nylander
English 1A
Narrative
August 26, 2012
The Most Memorable Day of my Life
The most memorable day of my life was, September 4, 1995 in Chicago, IL. It was 6:00 a.m. when my alarm clock woke me up. The first day of high school was finally here. I was excited, but a lot more nervous. I got out of bed, got ready, and then was on my way to the bus stop. All I could think of is the stories I heard about high school being so horrible with all the mean teachers, the hard tests, and of course being a freshman does not help either. The bus ride to the school was only 30 minutes, but it seemed a lot longer. When we finally got there, I was more nervous than ever. The day ahead of me was about to get a lot more complicated or the start of something great.
I did not know how to get to my classroom. I was lost and I had to ask one of the students about the room number where I was going to take a math class. This individuals name was Kim. She was a white girl, about 5'6, with wavy hair, wore a blue dress and flip-flops. She acted like a normal kind of person. She was very nice and told me the right direction. When I walked into the class, I saw a number of students and at that moment, I felt odd. I became close to a girl who was from the same neighborhood I was. I asked her what classroom she was going to and found that we were in the same room number and I felt less worried. I introduced myself and said, "Hello my name is Gisela Lopez and I am new to this school," and she introduced herself to me. She said, "Hello, my name is Asia and I am also new this school." She was light skinned, about 5, 4. Asia wore a Muslim dress that was called an abaya, a head cover and high heels; she acted happy when she saw me because she was the only person that was there from my neighborhood so I thought. We went into the classroom, and the time to start class began.
While we began our class, all of our classmates were quiet nobody talked. After ten minutes,
Ms. S. Nylander
English 1A
Narrative
August 26, 2012
The Most Memorable Day of my Life
The most memorable day of my life was, September 4, 1995 in Chicago, IL. It was 6:00 a.m. when my alarm clock woke me up. The first day of high school was finally here. I was excited, but a lot more nervous. I got out of bed, got ready, and then was on my way to the bus stop. All I could think of is the stories I heard about high school being so horrible with all the mean teachers, the hard tests, and of course being a freshman does not help either. The bus ride to the school was only 30 minutes, but it seemed a lot longer. When we finally got there, I was more nervous than ever. The day ahead of me was about to get a lot more complicated or the start of something great.
I did not know how to get to my classroom. I was lost and I had to ask one of the students about the room number where I was going to take a math class. This individuals name was Kim. She was a white girl, about 5'6, with wavy hair, wore a blue dress and flip-flops. She acted like a normal kind of person. She was very nice and told me the right direction. When I walked into the class, I saw a number of students and at that moment, I felt odd. I became close to a girl who was from the same neighborhood I was. I asked her what classroom she was going to and found that we were in the same room number and I felt less worried. I introduced myself and said, "Hello my name is Gisela Lopez and I am new to this school," and she introduced herself to me. She said, "Hello, my name is Asia and I am also new this school." She was light skinned, about 5, 4. Asia wore a Muslim dress that was called an abaya, a head cover and high heels; she acted happy when she saw me because she was the only person that was there from my neighborhood so I thought. We went into the classroom, and the time to start class began.
While we began our class, all of our classmates were quiet nobody talked. After ten minutes,