Personal Narrative: Embarkation Day

Embarkation Day-

Walking up the gangway is like diving into the ocean: you don't know what's lurking ahead of you, but there's always something fun and exciting. Those were my exact thoughts as I boarded the MS Royal Countess to attend South Seas College, hosted by Year at Sea and I waved goodbye to my family, who I wasn't going to see for the next year, except on holidays. "Love you! Have a good flight back home!", I excitedly shout. Today's the day I open a new door for new adventures that await me. Making new friends, embracing myself into new cultures, but best of all was traveling the world while going to school. Ever since I was a little girl who still played with dolls, I've always dreamed of traveling the world. With that being said,

Dear mom and dad, my first day of South Seas College was absolutely amazing. My roommate is kind of a problem, but as you told me, I simply ignored her. I promise, I'm not letting to let one person ruin South Seas College. In fact, I made so much new friends already, and they're all really nice. It's just the first day and we already hung out! Isn't this exciting? I was halfway done with my email when I noticed the room was unusually quiet. Mary-Kate was gone. I looked at the clock on my laptop: 9:30. Whoa! It's been 30 minutes after curfew and Mary-Kate still hasn't returned. I panicked. What am I gonna do? I mean, as much of a snob she is, Mary-Kate is still my roommate and we should look out for each other. The truth is, I haven't seen her for the rest of the day after our lifeboat drill ended. Oh dear! Instead of panicking, I ran over to the phone and called Miss Lundquist to report Mary-Kate's disappearance. "You know," she said, sounding worried "let me come over to your room." A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door, so I went to answer it. Miss Lundquist walked in and showed me a note she found on her desk, which read "Dear everyone, I just can't take this anymore. No one cares about me. That's why I'm gonna run away. It's not like you'll be concerned. No one understands me. I just want to be alone. Signed, Mary-Kate" "Are you sure that's really our Mary-Kate?", I asked, concerned if was a different Mary-Kate. Miss Lundquist explained that she recognized the handwriting from the application forms. Oh dear, where can she be? We're on a cruise, so she can't be that far, right? Miss Lundquist made an exception for me, as it was an emergency, to leave my room as long as she accompanied me. We searched all over the ship until we realized the only way to find Mary-Kate was by intercom. I kept telling Miss Lundquist there really was no use to make an announcement, since