Personal Narrative Essay: My Senior Year Of High School

I suppose that I must accept that summertime, and more importantly, summer vacation, has ended. Moreover, the summer’s cessation means that my senior year of high school has commenced. As in the past number of years, weekdays during the school year hold for me the essence of adulthood: routine. Every day, at five thirty in the morning, I awake to the painfully bright blue face of my alarm clock. The hammer-like strike of my fist upon the top of the device in order to silence clock’s incessant chirps serves as my form of revenge. I then shower, eat, and leave for school. This year, however, my schedule includes an amendment: after attending school, I will go to work. Of course, the addition of a job marks yet another milestone in my journey …show more content…
Consequently, a number of discarded vehicle parts lied strewn about the area. To our convenience, a few of those parts were wheels which worked well as makeshift fire pits. Therefore, with the forested walls of the valley to supply our slightly damp fuel, a rubber tire surrounding a well-rusted rim to contain our small-scale experiments with the art of arson, and, of course, a can of Axe body spray to ease the wood’s ignition, we were ready to enjoy our campfire. Brendan, whose red, curly hair, like wisps of flames, perfectly illustrated his inner pyromania, held a Bic lighter in front of the can of deodorant and sprayed a stream of six-foot flames towards the pile, setting our fire ablaze. To our surprise, Axe smelled unpleasantly dissimilar when ignited than it did at regular temperatures, like the rind of a pineapple that has been grilled to a charred, indistinguishable semicircle and combined with rotten eggs, so we decided to dispose of the source of the odor as quickly as possible; at least I imagine that was my motivation for suggesting that we ought to throw the entire can into the fire. Miraculously, we suffered only a slight ear-ringing sensation from the resultant