Narrative Essay About Shame

Shame Shame is an important emotion that is commonly felt within a person in many different situations. It can affect your pride and self-esteem. It is caused is by humiliation and guilt. I found that out when I was in eighth grade. I never did know that experiencing shame could be the worst feeling ever. It all started when I got in the eighth grade. I was very excited to be promoted to eight grade. On the night before my first day of eight grade, I met each one of my teachers. Their names were: Mrs. Conley, Ms. Stock, Mr. Hanes, and Mrs. Foreman. Mrs. Conley was my math teacher and Ms. Stock was my Physical Science teacher. Also, Mr. Hanes was my Georgia Studies teacher and Mrs. Foreman was my English/Language Arts teacher. I …show more content…
I would often call it the big, yellow cheese. I wanted my parents to take me, but I had no choice. Once, I made it to school I went to breakfast. As I walked through the lengthy line, all I could see was every color of the rainbow. Every student had on a different color shirt. When I finally was able to get a tray, I ran into my one of my friends. She had looked very different since seventh grade. Her hair grew very long. Once I finished my breakfast, I walked to my classroom. I felt a wave of nervousness hit me as soon as I walked in the class. The class had their eyes all on me. Eventually I warmed up to the class, and I wasn’t as nervous. I ended up having a great day when school was over. As the days progressed, I didn’t have as many great …show more content…
Finally, I encountered a group of people on the playground. They appeared to be good people but eventually I realized that they weren’t good people at all. The third week of school the group of friends and I had got in trouble. One of my friends had got into a major argument with her best friend and it caused the whole group including myself to split up. After this incident happened my consciousness told me to remove myself from those people. Instead, I didn’t listen to my consciousness and continued to surround myself by them. The next day our teachers let us have a whole free day of doing absolutely no work. So all of my teachers agreed to let us play outside until it was lunch time. When we got out there, one of my girls who split up from the group, ran up and hit my friend whom she got into an argument with. At that moment they were fighting and my friend was getting beat up. So I jumped in to help her get of my friend. Minutes later I found myself in the principal’s