Personal Narrative: I Want To Get To School
I wake up, eager to get to school. As I lay in my bunk bed, I scan the outside world and see the cars. The sun just rose and it's a little chilly outside. It was the 4th or 5th day of 6th grade and today we would choose new instruments for the band. I was considering switching to french horn, but my first pick was the tuba. In elementary school we could only play trumpet, clarinet, or saxophone.
When I get out of bed, I change and tell my family good morning as I walk into the kitchen, my body filling with adrenaline. After I eat my toast I tell my parents goodbye and race to school. The day goes by very fast. First period, second period, third period, fourth period, and fifth period. Lunch ends. My heart races as I enter the band room. It
When I get out of bed, I change and tell my family good morning as I walk into the kitchen, my body filling with adrenaline. After I eat my toast I tell my parents goodbye and race to school. The day goes by very fast. First period, second period, third period, fourth period, and fifth period. Lunch ends. My heart races as I enter the band room. It