Personal Narrative Essay On Anthropology

I walked out of my class feeling like complete trash. I mean, I was but I usually like to imagine I’m more than that. Collage sucks. Don’t go. My freshman year was great, I had the perfect first time freshman experience, partying, drinking, not really doing anything. That’s UCSan Diego for ya. But now I’m way past that year and all I ever do is work. I’d like to think that maybe it will get better but I don’t think so. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but I didn’t know it was going to be this hard. I am majoring in anthropology, which would make my career area in social sciences. I don’t know why I chose to major in this certain subject. Too be honest I thought it would just be cool to graduate college as a doctor of philosophy. I’m not sure I will make it through. Xavier would though. He may not seem like the smartest kid
I instantly got up and rushed to the bathroom looking at Eric. He looked absolutely petrified. “Look.” He pointed to the sink.
My eyes hesitantly looked over the sink. I gasped and took a few steps back looking over the sink. The sink was covered in blood, drips of the crimson color running down the sink as well as a large dark spot from where blood splattered against the wall and the majority of it was on the edge of the sink, trailing down to the floor.
Eric grabbed my arm “Call the police.” He said quickly pushing me out of the bathroom, he followed behind me, looking just as worried as I was. I quickly dialed 911. “This is 911, what is your emergency?” I explained everything to the police officers as soon as they got there. They asked me questions such as, when was the last time you saw him, do you know anyone who would hurt Xavier, have you seen any suspicious characters around you or Xavier lately... Etc. They told me I needed to stay calm and that they had this under control. They had to send Eric home and I had to wait for them to check the bathroom for evidence.