Personal Narrative: A Place On The Blacktop

I was just sitting there on the blacktop with a notebook and pen in my hands. There were students in front of me, observing the world around them. I noticed the students on the upper field, the birds chirping and the ants eating a piece of fruit a few feet away, recording it all in my yellow notebook. When the period started, Mr. Prendergast asked us to grab our notebooks and head outside. We had walked down the old, and worn hallway, to the cracked and dust covered blacktop. It was the last period of the day so the heat on the blacktop was starting to chill its fiery claws into a mellow and pleasant warmth. We had been allowed a single square of carpet for us to protect our bottoms from the grey, eroded pebbles that littered the dry, old and worn out blacktop.
I am sitting far away from anyone else in the class. They are all trying to get close enough to their friends so they can whisper and try to talk. They don’t understand why I sat so far away, it was so that I could observe and see if what they were doing was worth describing. The things they were doing, licking the ground like it was a popsicle to see what it tasted like, picking up things, feeling them, setting them down and asking themselves why they were doing this. Three birds flew around the tree standing just next to the rusty fence next to me, chirping as if they were a two …show more content…
I did not realize I was observing everything so detailed, but your body is always doing stuff like this. I wasn’t expecting to have anything important come out of going outside to sit and do nothing, but it actually made me realize how great our bodies are. I thought that the activity we had to do was very interesting and educational for us to do. It gave me a moment to relax at school without having to go to the bathroom. I really enjoyed sitting there and observing this world around