Narrative Essay About My Favorite Class

I went to school on December 14th, 2012 just like I had done any other day. I was a sophomore in high school. My favorite class that year was Drawing & Painting, not because I was good or anything, but because it was an easy A class where I can just try to be creative to the best of my abilities. Since it was towards the end of the semester, I was almost done with my project. I remember we were painting on canvases using acrylic paints. I was painting a tree, with a wooden chair attached to it. The sky was blue with fluffy white clouds, and the grass was all shades of green that my talented teacher helped me blend together. I was putting the finishing touches on the bark of the tree. This day started as a normal day. Third period started at 9:12 and ended at 10:04. I sat at the same table as I did every class. In the back left corner by the window, with my two friends Nicole and Marisol. We had gotten close because we were the only sophomores in a class of mostly juniors and seniors. The room was mostly silent, except for the occasional giggle from the group of girls in the front of the room, the sound of someone turning the sink on to wash their hand or brushes, and the ripping of paper towels to clean up messes. My teacher, Mr. Orazietti was an older man in his late fifties or so. He always kept the radio on. I forget what …show more content…
I listened while the radio broke the news stating that there was a shooting at Sandy Hook. The classroom was silent because we didn’t know what was happening. I whispered to Nicole and said, ‘Sandy Hook? That sounds familiar.’ She replied with, ‘Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s in Connecticut.’ Little did I know that Sandy Hook was an elementary school and that it was in Newtown, Connecticut about 20 minutes away from where I lived. The next twenty minutes or so I was in class were quiet. No one realized what was going on. What was going on? Is the shooting over? Is everyone