Personal Narrative: I Turn Into The Classroom

My shoes clunked against on the tile floors. I look at my phone, 7:48. I only have a minute to go down three hallways; I’m going to be late. I turn sharply. 7:49. One more turn. 7:49. I can see the classroom. Brrrrrrrrrring. Mrs. Myer’s voice echoes down the hall. “The next assignment will be a clay pot.” I make the turn into the classroom, everyone's eyes shift to me. “Tardy yet again.” “Sorry. It won't happen again,” I say quietly. “The next assignment,” Mrs. Myers continued, “will be a bowl spun on the wheel. It’s due at the end of the week.” I knew this day was coming, the day where I would have to use the wheel. The day when Mrs. Myers explained how to use it, I was drifting in the clouds. I knew I should have been more focused. Now, I was clueless and confused.
Everyone went into the studio and snatched a wheel to begin. Everyone else was getting the supplies needed. I copied them and found the last wheel available. It was in the corner and had a tick to it that made its spin off. I gathered the supplies I saw others get.
First, I had to put on the splash pan on. The two sides were suppose to overlap each other, but they wouldn’t connect as if they were in an argument and one was stubborn. I looked around almost everyone
The moment when it came out of the kiln I realized through the heat and clinks my bowl might be the best one but it wasn’t the worst one. Not only that but it was my own pot of gold. Something I had made with my own two hands. If I had quit like I wanted to when I started, I wouldn’t have this bowl that had to be glazed and come home with me. It might not have the brightest sparkle to it but it' has enough shine to make it glow. I put the hard work and time into it, and it turned out better than I thought in a billion years it would have. Anything is possible if you put the time into it. Even if it might not be the best but it’s yours and nothing or nobody can take that away from