Personal Narrative: The Last Week Of Middle School
Blank paper
My life is a blank paper anxiously waiting for a beautiful picture to be drawn. Middle school was simple, good grades were a habit not a struggle. There have been no major changes , just going through the motions , each day blending into the next.
However, each year of middle school painless , just a continuation of the last. Cheerfully counting down the days till summer . Then struck with grief, I began to realize how rapid days went by . In a panic for the last week of middle school, saying goodbye to everything. Even the library seemed sorrowful and empty . I was going to miss this place. Painful goodbyes were said even to the teachers I despised. Summer was amazing, but it went by in a blur.
Then high school hit. Responsibility
My life is a blank paper anxiously waiting for a beautiful picture to be drawn. Middle school was simple, good grades were a habit not a struggle. There have been no major changes , just going through the motions , each day blending into the next.
However, each year of middle school painless , just a continuation of the last. Cheerfully counting down the days till summer . Then struck with grief, I began to realize how rapid days went by . In a panic for the last week of middle school, saying goodbye to everything. Even the library seemed sorrowful and empty . I was going to miss this place. Painful goodbyes were said even to the teachers I despised. Summer was amazing, but it went by in a blur.
Then high school hit. Responsibility