Personal Narrative Essay: Buttons In High School

Buttons

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. The shrill beep of my alarm clock roused me from my peaceful sleep. I turned my head to get a better look at my clock, it reads 4:30. “ Uuuhhh this is too early.” Groggily, I hopped out of bed and grab my uniform from the hook and take a quick shower to help wake myself up. I grabbed a bowl and spoon from the cupboard in the kitchen and pour myself a bowl of cereal. Hastily i wolfed it down and headed down to grab my bags. My dad was waiting by the back door, we head out to the car and are soon pulling onto the deserted streets. We arrive at Seatac airport quickly and began to look for the group I would be travelling with. As we were walking we meet up with another person who would be traveling with us. He is dressed the same as i was, grey cargo shorts a green button down and a sash. Finally I spotted a large group of people gathered near baggage check. I say good bye to my father and we exchange a quick hug, after that it is all hello’s and handshakes.

We get out our ID’s and began to check our bags and get our boarding

Tonight was the presentation of champions. This was when we found out how good we actually were. The teams had been narrowed down to four after one of the principals from florida had a meltdown in the middle of the ceremony. Dressed all in full class A we were brought into the arena. We were seated amongst the other ceremonialists, next to the stage. Tonight were the finals of the dancing competition as well as the announcement of national rankings for ceremonies. The first hour is nerve racking. It is all dancing, don’t get me wrong it is cool but that’s not what I am here for. The drum beat seems to never end, it has been so long and all we want to know is who won. Finally the time comes and the national president takes the stage. The first part of his speech is just white noise until I hear him say “ the Third place team