Cake pops and school

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So I had to write a personal narrAtive and this is it. It's me complaining about language arts. Yay!

Submitted: January 12, 2012

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As I walked into class that day I was dreading the class to come. Glancing up at the assignment board I noticed it said \"Short Personal Narrative,\" and I knew the class was going to be unbearable. The room was extremely hot, other students were conversing in the corner and worst of all the board read, \"Go to the 'zite,'\" the page where the teacher posted assignments, \"and open up Narrative Assignment, First.\" I sat down at my seat next to Mary Grace as other students began to file into the classroom, seeming to have the same sense of dread that I did. The bell rang loudly, echoing throughout the classroom and the teacher walked in while twisting her necklace around her finger. While opening up her computer she said, \"Students, open up your iPads and follow the directions on the board.\" I did as she directed and opened up the document which held the long and boring instructions for the assignment. Looking up from my iPad I saw my classmates who seemed to be staring at their iPads like zombies. After reading through the instructions, or rather skimming, I tuned out the teacher and began brainstorming ideas for the assignment. I thought of writing about my eventful New Year's or my recent skiing trip, but I decided to write about my thoughts during that class, which is this story. I took a break from writing and began to talk with the classmates around me. \"Hey Mary Grace, what are you going to write about?\" She replied with a tired voice, \"At this point I don't care, I'm tired and it's almost the end of the day.\" I went back to writing as I heard the teacher giving us even more instructions, \"Make sure this assignment is rich in detail class. Now you may get to writing your own stories.\" For the rest of the class I continued writing, while longing for cake pops. As the bell rang again, after forty long minutes, I closed up my iPad and walked out of the classroom. The cool and refreshing air of the hallway rushed past me, I could hear multiple conversations going on throughout the hallway, and most of all I had finished my homework.


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