Personal Narrative

My Day – A Personal Narrative The blaring ring of the alarm clock ran through my ears, marking the end of my pleasant six-hour sleep. A cool breeze ran through the window, causing me to hug myself with my blanket. I looked at the time, and, fumbling my hand next to me, managed to hit the snooze button, and relapsed back to my sleep. After five minutes, the alarm went off again, but again I refused to get out of bed and slammed down my hand on the snooze button. Repeating this several times, I eventually decided to get up, and reluctantly turned off the alarm. I grabbed the towel laying on top my chair, and turned around only to sneak a glance at the time. Every night before school, I set the alarm clock to the same time, yet I never got used to waking up to it. One would think that waking up at the same time every day would allow me to get the hang of it. This apparently did not apply to me, as the time read 6:45, exactly 45 minutes after I had set the alarm for. I stumbled through the bathroom, and flicked the light switch, embracing myself for the glare of the lights, struggling to open my eyes. After I took a nice, hot shower, I quickly got dressed and made my way to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, I pulled out the carton of orange juice, and gulped down a couple of glasses, debating with myself whether to consider the carton half-full or half-empty. This question had always puzzled me, but, at last, today I had found a solution. I drank the entire carton, so I wouldn’t have to worry about it being half-full or half-empty; it was now all empty. Marveling at myself for resolving such a problem, I wondered deeply if today should be marked as a momentous day. I guess I’ll make that the topic of tomorrow’s breakfast. After my breakfast, I woke up my dad and told him to drop me off. He reluctantly got up, and drove me to school. Even though I found out just a couple of days ago about the test, I felt confident enough to tackle the PSAT today. I had stood up all night, taking some practice tests, just to get an image of how well I would do. My math and writing skills were top-notch, while reading was never my greatest strength. Since the test wouldn’t start until 8:30, I sat in the cafeteria with my friends while we discussed the upcoming test. Eager to get this over with, I was ready to go up at 8:20. Stuffing my book bag in my locker, and grabbing some #2 pencils and a calculator, I headed to my assigned room. After tediously filling out all of the personal information, we were finally ready to take the test. The critical reading comprehension section was first. After starting, I was surprisingly surprised by how easy the test was. I answered the first question with complete ease and confidence. I figured this test might be easier than I had thought. Well, this streak of mine ended after the first question. From there, I only went downhill, as I remembered that the questions increases in difficulty. Despite this, I performed pretty well, although I knew I messed up on some of the problems. Putting this aside, I was ready to take on the math section, which was my greatest strength. I flew through the second section, completely confident that I had gotten every single problem in the section correct. With plenty of time left over, I

started doodling in the test booklet waiting for the third section. It was only then, 5 minutes of the test left, that I noticed I had forgot to complete one page. Although there were only 3 problems left, I frantically grabbed my pencil and started pulling off all sorts of calculations, finishing just in time. Laughing at my stupidity, I made a mental note to take the rest of the test more seriously. The third section, again critical reading, posed even harder than the first reading section. I tried finding a pattern in the answers, but realized that the College Board would not let that happen. Although I had experienced a shaky start, I dominated the fourth and fifth sections – math and writing, my two best. The writing had us identify grammatical errors in sentences and indicate how some sentences/passages can be improved. Surprisingly, 95% of the writing section resembled everything I had learned in English, so I was glad I had paid attention in class. After a long 2 hours and 10 minutes, the test was finally over. Overall, I was satisfied with my performance, but thought I could have done better on the reading sections. I comforted myself in the fact that I still had one more year until the test would really count, and hopefully I would learn from all this experience. After all the tests had been collected, the room burst into conversation and exchange of answers. Comparing my answers with others, I felt pretty confident in my test. After waiting for the announcement that allowed us to get out of there, I bounded out of the room. From the third floor, I ran down to my basement locker and grabbed my book bag, and then ran back up to the fourth floor for Chemistry. From the looks of the other students, I could tell everyone was tired and hungry from the test, and the last thing anyone wanted to do was be in class indentifying chemical and physical changes. I was disappointed that the clock didn’t move faster, although every pair of eyes was on it. Eventually, the bell rang, and everyone dashed out of the room for lunch. Considering I was starving from a poor breakfast, I stuffed myself with two slices of pizza, some fries, and a huge bottle of soda. Content with a good lunch, I just sat outside the school until it was time for class. My friends and I were notorious for starting completely random discussions. Today’s random lunch topic involved a debate on who was the coolest Indian in the Class of ’11. After being nominated as one of the top three, we dropped the topic and started talking about other useless stuff, some inappropriate for this essay. Anyways, my next class was history, and if a heavy lunch wouldn’t put me to sleep, Mr. Royster’s discussions definitely would. I was grateful that the class was only 40 minutes because of the slightly modified schedule. After history passed by fairly quick, I reluctantly got to English. It was the last class of the day, so I hoped it would go by quickly. After getting our test grades back, I was pleased with by my 96, although I could have done better if not for a stupid error. After going over our tests, we were given a new literary reference word, topped with a grammar point. Nearing the end of class, Mr. O’Shaughnessy mentioned that we would have to write a narrative about the day. I thought that it wouldn’t be so bad, since that was the only homework assignment I had for today. After I got home, I took a nice, well-deserved nap for a couple of hours until it was time to eat dinner. After eating a quick dinner, I found out that I had a biology test tomorrow, so I had

to study for that, although I had gotten an A on every one of my tests and quizzes, despite it being an AP class. Finally, I got to that essay for English, and so here I am writing about my day. Overall, it wasn’t so bad. I did pretty well on the PSAT, school ended quickly, I had little homework, and I would enjoy a couple more hours of sleep. I can’t really say the school day was fun, since that would go against all laws of science by placing “fun” and “school” in the same sentence, let alone the same essay. However, I can say that today was better than the average school day, and I’m also surprised how simple this easy was. So, without ending this with an awe-inspiring, remarkable line, I’ll just print this out, turn off the computer, and go to sleep. Before going to sleep, however, I think I’ll set the alarm for 6:45, and make my life a hell of a lot easier.