Personal Narrative: Invigorating Process Of Writing

After receiving an assignment from my metaphysical poets English class I immediately paced to the learning center, skipping lunch, to start the long, but now invigorating process of writing. I pressed the slightly ajar-door open and stepped into her rectangle office. My black backpack met the carpet with a thump and I tossed the assignment sheet on the wooden cherry-maple table—the ideas were squirreling in my head like a whirlpool and I needed to get them out. Knowingly, my teacher smiled and handed me a black dry eraser marker as we silently stepped over to the seemingly unending blank white board. She knew what was coming and neither her nor I were going to have time to eat lunch. I began to scribble down my argument and the ‘so-what’