Personal Narrative-Going To School

Going to school is very difficult and very boring. I would wake up very early in the morning, sing school hymns under the very hot morning sun, listen to the Assistant Principal’s very long speech while standing up, learn about very long lessons, and answer very hard pop quizzes.

Going home was the only important time of school day for me.

When dismissal came, I would stand by the guardhouse in the school parking lot to wait for the school bus to take me home. Waiting for the school bus with me was a giant funny girl with a big round face called Kathleen, a happy boy who could not hear called Jerome, a sad girl who talked about her heart called Sarah, and a tall boy who is older than us and loved to frown called Arnell.

The school bus always traveled into town center in streets that went back and forth and on roads that went high and low through the base of the mountains outside town.

But sometimes on our way home, other students in the school bus would like me to do other things.

After we left school on our way home, Kathleen would kiss the cheeks of Jerome, Sarah, Arnell, and me. Jerome, Sarah, and Arnell would be angry or disgusted. I would smile. Kathleen accepted it as a reply.

After Kathleen left on our way home, Jerome would play a game where Sarah, Arnell, and me would look at the sky and count clouds. Sarah and Arnell would ignore Jerome. I would play with him.

“That’s nine, that’s 10, oh! And that’s 11 . . .” Jerome told me with a loud and excited voice.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I told to myself quietly. Jerome accepted it as a