Personal Narrative: A Day At The Town Of Kotzebue

I was busily working at school on a Friday when I heard some stunning news: the President of the United States, Barack Obama, would be coming to my hometown, Kotzebue, Alaska. “Have you heard Obama is coming to Kotzebue in a few weeks?” asked Mr. Gindt. My class and I were informed about the surprising news from my lively teacher during class and thought he was messing around cause he’s the type who jokes about things a lot. I didn’t think it could be true because I couldn't picture Obama being in the same little town as where I lived. I contemplated about what I heard all day and tried to process it through my head whether it was true or not. It was soon dreadful Monday and I knew I would once again be informed more about this mysterious talk. Later that upcoming week, I saw interesting posts all over Facebook about the unimaginable news and stories about the town of Kotzebue getting cleaned up for the president’s visit. By then, I knew it was definitely true. I considered it kind of ridiculous how they were carrying out all this for the president because it should’ve happened a long time ago and not necessarily for a particular purpose. …show more content…
I noticed while going places around town that old, abandoned buildings were gone. Throughout the next weeks I became aware that more and more were being ripped down and that debris was being picked up everywhere, also. It looked incredibly nice compared to what I was accustomed to normally seeing. Construction businesses tore down the unused houses and buildings, and helpful community members collected litter around the whole town that was hurled on the dirt grounds. The best part about all of this was it was being performed for