Personal Narrative Analysis

“Peter, can you explain what this is?” hissed Mrs. Dickerson, handing me my report card. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as she sat down in front of me, her intimidating dark, red lips and leering eyes pierced through my soul. The letter “D” next to the words “Math 7,” imprinted onto the lifeless piece of paper. There was a momentary pause as I looked down at the ground, searching my scattered mind for an adequate answer. Instead of giving an answer, however, my hands started to move towards my face, sobbing in misery. You would think dragging yourself to school was not hard enough; I lugged my disfigured, zombie-like self into the school and wondered why I was even there in the first place. Similarly, to those workers who only showed up just to receive their paychecks, I only went to school because it was my job and I was obligated. My parents were furious and lectured me. They …show more content…
I was honestly bashful because I was embarrassed of my grades and thought that I would never be able to make any friends at this new school. I looked at my schedule and the first thing that caught my eye was first-period math… “What a joy.” A couple weeks passed by and I started to become more comfortable in this new classroom environment, which led me to participate in class often. The loud, booming voice of Mr. Milauskas echoed, “Correct, Peter!” made me comfortable and his energy made me feel wanted in the classroom. The moment of truth arrived; the final exam. Mr. Milauskas said that he would announce the number of A’s he got on the final exam, but first he wanted to acknowledge the individual with the highest score. Without hesitation, he confidently blurted, “Peter Pham!” as I heard the applause from my classmates. “I guess paying attention really does make a