Personal Narrative: A Day In Pullman
As a college student, its your duty to at least go to one football game. However, every year I kept putting it off. Now that I am junior, I could not put it off any longer. I knew that I was going to have lots of fun because my best friend was going with me. So, that eased my worries of being a loner and not knowing anyone. Although, one thing I have learned is that nothing quite goes to plan. My friend ended up not being able to go to the football game. I was rather frustrated. I knew I was going to be a weird loner who follows everyone around because he knows no one. What felt like years, it was finally game day.
The day of I made sure to check the weather in Pullman. It was exactly the same as is in Kennewick, which was cold and rainy. …show more content…
It was either going to be rather fun or quite terrible. It was surprisingly a fun time. I ended up talking to people around me on the other side of the isle as well. After some time went by, we started going back to our middle school routes and played MASH for about a hour. Every time my future was being told, I got rather crappy modes of transportation. One time I got a cardboard box and another time it was a boat. Needless to say, I was going to be doing a lot of walking. Then everyone on the bus decided we needed to stop for food. However, going from Tri-Cities to Pullman there is absolutely nothing. The bus driver ended up stopping us at a sketchy truck stop. I was standing in line then Mary told me to look up. It was this streamer like object that was sticky and had tons of flies stuck on it. Then I started looking at the ceiling in other areas and these streamer objects were everywhere with tons of flies stuck to them. It was rather disgusting. After getting back on the bus, we played one more game before arriving to …show more content…
We had one hour before the game started. In my group, it was Susan, Marry, and Jill. It was pouring down rain so we were fast walking to the bookie (the book store of the university). As we were fast walking up this overly large hill, I get a text from one of my friends who moved to Pullman. I said that I was currently headed to the bookie. She then replied saying she was currently in the bookie. Once we got to the bookie, I actually walked right by my friend. Which is amazing because the store is huge. It was great to see her and catch up a little bit before heading off. Once we killed sometime, we headed off to the game. Apparently, it matters which gate you enter because we were told this was the wrong gate. It did not quite make sense because they all lead to the same place. Once we got inside the stadium, we had to find our
The day of I made sure to check the weather in Pullman. It was exactly the same as is in Kennewick, which was cold and rainy. …show more content…
It was either going to be rather fun or quite terrible. It was surprisingly a fun time. I ended up talking to people around me on the other side of the isle as well. After some time went by, we started going back to our middle school routes and played MASH for about a hour. Every time my future was being told, I got rather crappy modes of transportation. One time I got a cardboard box and another time it was a boat. Needless to say, I was going to be doing a lot of walking. Then everyone on the bus decided we needed to stop for food. However, going from Tri-Cities to Pullman there is absolutely nothing. The bus driver ended up stopping us at a sketchy truck stop. I was standing in line then Mary told me to look up. It was this streamer like object that was sticky and had tons of flies stuck on it. Then I started looking at the ceiling in other areas and these streamer objects were everywhere with tons of flies stuck to them. It was rather disgusting. After getting back on the bus, we played one more game before arriving to …show more content…
We had one hour before the game started. In my group, it was Susan, Marry, and Jill. It was pouring down rain so we were fast walking to the bookie (the book store of the university). As we were fast walking up this overly large hill, I get a text from one of my friends who moved to Pullman. I said that I was currently headed to the bookie. She then replied saying she was currently in the bookie. Once we got to the bookie, I actually walked right by my friend. Which is amazing because the store is huge. It was great to see her and catch up a little bit before heading off. Once we killed sometime, we headed off to the game. Apparently, it matters which gate you enter because we were told this was the wrong gate. It did not quite make sense because they all lead to the same place. Once we got inside the stadium, we had to find our