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Personal Narrative: My First Day At Mcdole Elementary School

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On August 27th, 2011 it was cold and windy outside. It was my first day of first grade. I had one huge fear of spiders at the time, whenever I saw one I screamed and ran away. Since my backyard is a prairie, I have seen spiders many times. They are huge, hairy, and disgusting. I jumped off the bus excited and ready for my first day at McDole Elementary School. I arrived at room 132, and I was greeted by my teacher. "Hi Jenna, I'm Mrs. Bright,"she greeted me. "Hi!", I replied happily. I found my bright pink name tag on a desk. On the way to my desk, I tripped over a chair and plopped onto the floor, I quickly jumped back up and seated myself. The buzzing of the lights as they turned on filled my ears with buzzing

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