Personal Narrative: The School Blues
It was Monday. I had a bad day at school. I was the new girl who was being left out.
I told my mom about these feelings; she said it was called the school blues.
Since I didn’t know what my mom was talking about, I asked her what she was talking about. Mom explained to me that school blues is how you feel, and it seems like nobody cares. But they do consider your feelings. “Mom what I’m trying to say is that I feel happy when I’m in the classroom, but when we go outside nobody lets me play their game.” “Okay”, says mom. “I know you will think this is weird, but all of your classmates care.” I think, about what mom said maybe mom is right. May be my classmates do care about me. “Sweetie Pie!” my mom calls me. “We‘re home!” I jump out of
I told my mom about these feelings; she said it was called the school blues.
Since I didn’t know what my mom was talking about, I asked her what she was talking about. Mom explained to me that school blues is how you feel, and it seems like nobody cares. But they do consider your feelings. “Mom what I’m trying to say is that I feel happy when I’m in the classroom, but when we go outside nobody lets me play their game.” “Okay”, says mom. “I know you will think this is weird, but all of your classmates care.” I think, about what mom said maybe mom is right. May be my classmates do care about me. “Sweetie Pie!” my mom calls me. “We‘re home!” I jump out of