Personal Narrative-A Day In Middle School

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Imagine sitting in your second grade classroom. You have just begun your third year of your entire school career. You are still in the phase of not knowing everyone, not having multiple friends or have just made friends. Well one day of second grade, with my teacher Mrs. Pumpill, it was an activity day.-What that means is we learned for half the day and the other half were spent doing the activity. On this day the activity was coloring, which happened to be one of my favorite activities because you were able to express yourself in a new way. It was just an ordinary day of getting to color while sitting at our tables of four or five, trying to make new friends when it became clean up time. Clean up time was very important because that …show more content…
Pumpills signature, and a spot for my parents signature. While I was filling out this paper I started crying once again just for the reason that I didn’t know how to spell threw, it didn’t help that I was already emotional. Mrs. Pumpill then came up to my crying self and asked if I was alright. I then said “no”, and she replied with “Well, I understand that you aren’t right now, but you are going to be fine later”. I then began trying to tell her my side of the story, and how Haley told me to throw it over to the box, and that I wasn’t trying to hit or in the face or at all. I also told her how I could not figure out to spell threw. She then laughed a little and told me the proper way to spell threw. After that, she told me something very important. Mrs. Pumpill said “In situations that you are in, you may not be meaning or trying to hurt someone, or trying be mean to them, but everyone takes situations that happen to them in different ways. You are a very smart young girl and I know that you know right from wrong.” When I heard this I kind of understood, but I was only in second grade, wanting to go to the gym class and forget what had just happened. When I arrived home that day and told my mother, because she would have signed the paper. I then cried one more time and explained to her what actually happened, she then told me that everything is going to be alright. I then told her what Mrs. Pumpill said to me. My mother then stopped and looked at me and she said “ Mrs. Pumpill could not be more

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