One Day Narrative

The first day of middle school for me was both terrifying and exciting. I made a lot of new friends within the year. I remember the first day very well. I had woke up at 5;30 a.m. I was extremely tired. All i wanted was to throw my alarm clock across the room and sleep for the rest of the day. I could smell my mom making breakfast, it was pancakes my favorite. I finally got up after smelling that. While I was getting ready, was kinda excited to be in the sixth grade. I was finally in middle school. However, I was also extremely scared. I was thinking about how my classes would go? Are my teachers nice? Am I gonna have classes with my friends? After I ate breakfast, I got in the car with my mom and met up with my best friend Kalliee so we could at least walk in together because we didn 't have any classes together.

It was the spring of 7th grade, and a young and naive Jackson Lampley was training to become a Tennessee Future Star. The Tennessee Future Stars is an all star football team for 7th graders, and there is also one for 8th graders. After trying out for the seventh grade team in the 6th grade, and not making it. 13 year old Jackson Lampley was determined to make the 7th grade team. I was so determined like Rocky Balboa in Rocky VI (the best movie of the series), you could 've probably made a pretty epic training montage for me. I started running up and down the massive hill that I have for a backyard, and I also bought a rope agility ladder to improve my footwork. I would do about 100 push ups and sit ups a night, and yes at the time I thought

High school was an extreme thrill from the first day of my freshman year. As I stepped off the school bus and entered the building, I knew that Brewbaker Technology Magnet High School would be my home for the next four years. BrewTech was ranked the number five school in the state, so I knew I was among the elite and had big shoes to fill. As I began to stroll the halls to locate my class, I was greeted by smiling faces of students and teachers a like. With minor bumps in the road, I completed my freshman year in high school acquiring friends that I still have today. Rumor had it that completing the tenth grade without a drop in my GPA guaranteed me a spot in the 2015 graduating class of BrewTech. Aware of what I was up against, I went into

Go kart racing was amazing you get lots of plaques the plaques are amazing but that is not what i going to talk about i 'm going to talk about my first go kart racing trophy.

Which is more important, the road or the destination? We find ourselves constantly pondering this question, sometimes leading us to different justifications. Some people will argue that it’s the end result, not how you climbed the ladder to the top. Others will say that it doesn’t matter where you end, as long as the journey is what stands out to you as the best part.

One day they said i will need a boy to make me food. the next day they sended the boy to the house the boy knocked the door. i said i an coming in a loud voice. He made a lot of cakes and he made a table full of food. The next day he was gone the lady said where is the kid that made my day. They took him to his adopted parents she was mad at them she said that she wanted to adopted the boy. They said that his name is jerry where is he the little boy that was at my house. i want him to be with me i the boy is going to be with me he is not here sir the boy was not here. the next day he saw him in the kitchen then she saw him go to the store then he did not come he was going crazy. them he was going to the doctor the doctor said that he was seeing things then he said that there was kid that was in my house is fake then he said the who made

My heart was beating fast when I saw the Riverside sign. I could feel sweat down my neck. They lead us to a white line. I had the privilege to be in the first row with the eighth graders. Ready, set, start I heard a gunshot. I sprinted the first 100 feet. My legs were moving so fast compared to the rest of my body. In addition, I could hear footsteps behind me. I was only half a mile in. I was feeling good about this race. I saw my dad cheering me on. I gave him a smile considering I could not do anything else. Furthermore, into the race the air filled with the smell of Roses. There was a garden right in front. The boys on my team where screaming and cheering me on to run faster which was hard considering I was in the top 15 people. I noticed

Nevaeh squints her eyes and looks passed me; I know she hasn’t heard a word I’ve said. I was used to this by now, though. She’s been like this the past couple months.

A usual early release wednesday could have potentially escalated into a ghastly pit of false courage. Though I had it all planned in my head, it all went dreadfully wrong. It seemed so fast, and unreal as it all unfolded. On a humid dry, ordinary day, my cockiness got the best of me, I messed up horribly even with confidence on my side. This event has instructed me to calm down and stop being a daredevil.

It’s December 5th, 1945 at the Bed and Breakfast. Billy is in his bed and hears knocking on his door and it’s me, the landlady.

My classmates and I sat eagerly in our chairs as we awaited to find out the names of our “Little Buddies” - a privilege fourth graders gained as they began growing mature. Although we continued on our day, assigning books, receiving piles of paperwork to give to our parents for their night of “homework”, and decorating and embellishing names tags that would stick to our desks allowing Mrs. Ross to get to know our names. Before I knew it, the time to board the bus and return home to tell mom all about my first day of fourth grade approached quickly. However, paranoia set in when Mrs. Ross never gave us the names of our “Little Buddies”! Come to find out Mrs. Ross explained to her students that the she needed to see what her students had to offer before sending them to either hurt or aide the younger second graders. My nerves turned into excitement as I thought that I could inspire someone just by my actions, whether I made them feel welcome or treated them with love.

On November 4th, 2013, I competed with Newman Smith Marching Band in the 2013 UIL 4A State Marching Band Contest in San Antonio, Texas. It was a pleasant day with clear weather and temperatures in the high sixties. One would think that with such nice weather, our band would perform well at the competition, right? Well that didn’t seem to be the case.

It all started when one day I saw a guy gazing at me for a really long time. When I mean long I mean it felt like it was a whole day. But this was at my house and it was really creepy because it was night time and it is really odd when I am outside and a guy just starts staring at me while I am just trying to look at the stars.

There was nothing spectacular about that day; it started out just like any other. My dad planned a trip to the Museum of Natural History. I did not particularly like going to the museum. At that age, I found it boring because there was nothing to do, but stare at things that did not interest me, and that I could not touch or play with. Nevertheless, off we went. When we were only a couple of blocks away, dad said he was afraid we would not be able to find parking close to the museum. Therefore, when he saw a parking space several blocks away, he pulled over and parked. His plan was for us to take the train to the museum.

It was about 10:00 am in the morning. It was very sunny, my mother was in the living room cleaning, my father was in the kitchen cooking. I had just woke up, ready for my first day of gymnastics. I was about 11 years old, this was my first time ever trying gymnastics. I didn’t have much gymnastics experience, besides when my brother and I did flips and tricks on my neighbors trampoline when they weren’t home, but that was the only experience I had with gymnastics besides what my mother taught me. I shot out of my bed, got my gymnastics stuff ready and was running out the door before my mother pulled me back in and told me it wasn’t time to go yet. She told me, I had a couple more hours to go before it was time. I drug myself inside and sat on the couch, dreading waiting longer than what I had too.