Personal Narrative: A Fallen Limb

A Fallen Limb A Catholic school is nothing more than just a routine. I put on the same uniform, sat in the same classroom, and was taught by the same teacher, every day. It was a place where our biggest worry was who had to serve at Church that day. Little did I know, that school and that Church would make me into the person I am today. I attended St. Clement from kindergarten until the eighth grade. In the eight years I was there, I had a total of just four teachers. It was a pretty small school, with an average of around seven kids per class. I had seven classes a day, including religion, with also a music or P.E. class depending on what day it was. We went to Church four times a week. It felt like a family rather than a school. I learned to always follow the Golden Rule, to always wear a belt with my uniform, so I would not have to go to the end of the lunch line, and to always get my blue book signed. They may not seem that important but these were the three things I always remembered every day at St. Clement. They taught me kindness, discipline, and responsibility. …show more content…
It was the first time I had to switch classes multiple times throughout the day and it was the first time I ever had to deal with a locker. It was a really big change for me, which personally I was not ready for. After the first day, I wanted to go back to St. Clement. Eventually, I found my place and things got better. Even at a public school I tried to stay strong in my faith, even though I did not have someone by my side leading me through it like I had in the past. But here I am today, in my last year of high school, enjoying every day of it. To think I would not be who I am today if it was not for my St. Clement