Lawrence Ma
Ms. Papa P#3
Personal Narrative
Cards? What Cards?
“Welcome class,” said the teacher at Math Enrichment. There I was in the summer, sitting at my desk with a deck of cards in my pocket and a big binder in front of me full of math problems that I would be learning in 8th grade. Chattering filled every corner as. Then five minutes later, it was silent as the night. Nobody said a single word. I labored over my problems for about half an hour, but I could not take it anymore. I rushed through the problems, not caring it I did a good job or not. I did not care to get a good grade, thinking this was not really school at all and it was just a waste of time.
I slipped my right hand into my pocket and grabbed a deck of blue Bicycle Cards. Then I opened the deck, looking at the 54 cards, thinking, “Should I take it out or not?.”
It was a hard decision because the class was so boring. I had finished all of my problems, I had nothing to do, and I would be wasting an hour just sitting there doing nothing. But if I took this risk, I would risk having my cards taken away as if I were in school. I just told myself do what makes me happy, but that was just dumb. …show more content…
I had two paths: Path one was to take NO chances and just put the cards back into the deck and face how boring the class was. The second option was to take out the cards and risk having them taken from me. I didn’t really think about it, and I went with the not-so-good decision. I shuffled the cards, trying to shuffle softly.I was not quiet enough for the teacher’s dog-like hearing powers. I saw her move her head in my direction. She saw me and from that point on, I thought, “Oh, poop.” because my cards were about to be taken away and sent to her drawer full of lost
Ms. Papa P#3
Personal Narrative
Cards? What Cards?
“Welcome class,” said the teacher at Math Enrichment. There I was in the summer, sitting at my desk with a deck of cards in my pocket and a big binder in front of me full of math problems that I would be learning in 8th grade. Chattering filled every corner as. Then five minutes later, it was silent as the night. Nobody said a single word. I labored over my problems for about half an hour, but I could not take it anymore. I rushed through the problems, not caring it I did a good job or not. I did not care to get a good grade, thinking this was not really school at all and it was just a waste of time.
I slipped my right hand into my pocket and grabbed a deck of blue Bicycle Cards. Then I opened the deck, looking at the 54 cards, thinking, “Should I take it out or not?.”
It was a hard decision because the class was so boring. I had finished all of my problems, I had nothing to do, and I would be wasting an hour just sitting there doing nothing. But if I took this risk, I would risk having my cards taken away as if I were in school. I just told myself do what makes me happy, but that was just dumb. …show more content…
I had two paths: Path one was to take NO chances and just put the cards back into the deck and face how boring the class was. The second option was to take out the cards and risk having them taken from me. I didn’t really think about it, and I went with the not-so-good decision. I shuffled the cards, trying to shuffle softly.I was not quiet enough for the teacher’s dog-like hearing powers. I saw her move her head in my direction. She saw me and from that point on, I thought, “Oh, poop.” because my cards were about to be taken away and sent to her drawer full of lost