Personal Narrative

Personal Narrative

The blaring ring of the alarm clock runs through my ears, marking the end of my pleasant six-hour sleep. I’m looking at the time and fumbling my hand next to me, managing to hit the snooze button and relapse back to my sleep. Repeating this several times, I eventually decided to get up, and turned off the alarm. I grabbed the towel lying on top of my chair, and turn around only to sneak a glance at the time. I stumble through the bathroom, flick the light switch brace myself for the glare of the lights as I struggle to open my eyes. After taking a nice, hot shower, I quickly got dressed and made my way to the kitchen. After my breakfast, I woke up my mom and told her to drop me off. She got up, and drove me to school.
I’m trying finding a pattern in the answers, but realized that the College Board would not let that happen. Although I had experienced a shaky start, I’m dominating the fourth and fifth sections – math and writing, my two best. After a long 2 hours and 10 minutes, the test was finally over. Overall, I’m satisfied with my performance, but thought I could have done better on the reading sections. I comforted myself in the fact that I still had one more year until the test would really count and hopefully I would learn from all this experience. After all the tests were collected, the room burst into conversation and exchange of answers. Tanisha asked “What was the hardest part of the test for you” and I said “The first section was crazy but I think I did
After waiting for the announcement that allowed us to get out of there, I jet out of the room. From the second floor, I ran down to my first floor locker and grabbed my book bag, and then ran back up to the second floor for Chemistry. From the looks of the other students, I could tell everyone was tired and hungry from the test, and the last thing anyone wants to do is be in class indentifying chemical and physical changes. I’m disappointed that the clock didn’t move faster, although every pair of eyes was on it. Finally, the bell rings, and everyone dashed out of the room for lunch. Considering I was starving from a poor breakfast, I got myself two slices of pizza, some fries, and a huge bottle of soda. Content with a good lunch, I sat outside the school until it was time for class. My friends and I are notorious for starting completely random discussions. Today’s random lunch topic involves a debate on who were the coolest students in the Class of ’03. After being nominated as one of the top three, we drop the topic and started talking about other useless stuff, some inappropriate for this