A Narrative
Lindsay Chandler
Mr. Langford
English 15- Section 86
15 November 2012
And So It Began “Just kidding, Penn State. I’m actually not going to college this fall. Time to head back home. ”
“Oh, that’s real funny, Linds,” she replied, with a smirk on her face. “It’s not like we already paid your fall tuition.”
“Ah shoot, guess you’re right, mom. Looks like we’re gonna have to find this place then. It can’t be that hard. I mean, it’s basically the biggest landmark in State College.” We looked around at the wide open fields surrounding the car. The view was beautiful, but there was no college campus in sight.
“Or maybe the only thing in State College,” she added. “Your dad told me there was only one road to get us here…”
“And apparently we didn’t take it,” I said with a grin. “WE ARE!” I shouted as obnoxiously as I could.
“LOST!” she cried back at me, as we both burst into laughter.
“Which way? Left or right?” she asked, pointing towards the road.
“I’m thinking we should turn left,” I said. “But you know how good I am with directions.”
“Left, it is!” she cried, hitting the gas hard enough to make the car produce a shrill squeal. About ten minutes down the road we found ourselves in a neighborhood—still not the Penn State campus. Oops.
“Did I say left, mom?” I asked, trying to keep a serious face. “Because if I did, I actually meant right. Yeah, we were definitely supposed to go right back there. Sorry, thought you knew that.”
She slowly turned her head toward me and raising her eyebrows, she said flatly, “It’s a darn good thing freshman aren’t allowed to have cars up here.”
“Sure is, mom,” I replied, with a cheesy smile. She looked at me, rolled her eyes, and laughed. Whew. Off the hook.
That was the peculiar thing about that day. Nothing seemed to be going right, but it didn’t bother us. That morning, it had taken us three hours to load piles and piles of clothing, food, and bedding into the car. By the time we pulled out of the garage, the back of the car was a
Mr. Langford
English 15- Section 86
15 November 2012
And So It Began “Just kidding, Penn State. I’m actually not going to college this fall. Time to head back home. ”
“Oh, that’s real funny, Linds,” she replied, with a smirk on her face. “It’s not like we already paid your fall tuition.”
“Ah shoot, guess you’re right, mom. Looks like we’re gonna have to find this place then. It can’t be that hard. I mean, it’s basically the biggest landmark in State College.” We looked around at the wide open fields surrounding the car. The view was beautiful, but there was no college campus in sight.
“Or maybe the only thing in State College,” she added. “Your dad told me there was only one road to get us here…”
“And apparently we didn’t take it,” I said with a grin. “WE ARE!” I shouted as obnoxiously as I could.
“LOST!” she cried back at me, as we both burst into laughter.
“Which way? Left or right?” she asked, pointing towards the road.
“I’m thinking we should turn left,” I said. “But you know how good I am with directions.”
“Left, it is!” she cried, hitting the gas hard enough to make the car produce a shrill squeal. About ten minutes down the road we found ourselves in a neighborhood—still not the Penn State campus. Oops.
“Did I say left, mom?” I asked, trying to keep a serious face. “Because if I did, I actually meant right. Yeah, we were definitely supposed to go right back there. Sorry, thought you knew that.”
She slowly turned her head toward me and raising her eyebrows, she said flatly, “It’s a darn good thing freshman aren’t allowed to have cars up here.”
“Sure is, mom,” I replied, with a cheesy smile. She looked at me, rolled her eyes, and laughed. Whew. Off the hook.
That was the peculiar thing about that day. Nothing seemed to be going right, but it didn’t bother us. That morning, it had taken us three hours to load piles and piles of clothing, food, and bedding into the car. By the time we pulled out of the garage, the back of the car was a