Narrative Essay : ' The Tiles Beneath My Feet '

810 Words Sep 27th, 2015 4 Pages
The tiles beneath my feet make the same familiar squeak with every step I take. Moving erodes my nerves, but I cannot stop walking because time will not stop for me. This hallway is all I have ever known. It is seemingly endless, it constantly branches, and it is a mystery. Whenever the path splits I am always presented with two choices: go left or go right. The path that leads left is always bright, the floors are clean, and the air is crisp. In other words, it gives me hope. On the other side is a hallway that is barely lit. I can’t see more than a few feet in front of me and the air is heavy. The hallway is life and the branches I take make it mine. I always choose to go down the path on the left because it leads to what I hope is a brighter future, however by looking deeper into the choices that I have been presented and by taking glimpses into the lives of others I have realized that I am lucky. I can see the path that is best for me; I can see it because in my freshman year I tried something new. That year, I joined a program called Teen Court. Nothing makes me happier than the fact that I followed through with my curiosity because if I had never been curious, I would not be in the bright side of the hallway and I would never have learned the empathy is just as important as knowledge.
First of all, Teen Court is a program that trains teenagers to act as attorneys for other teenagers that have admitted guilt to misdemeanor crimes and to perform the other duties of…

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