Personal Narrative: I Hate People

I hate people. Every time I go anywhere, I am met with the reality that I have to deal with them every day of my life. It seems like every day, no matter where I am, is morons’ day out; I cannot escape them. I think I’ve been cut off at the same intersection about three times this week- I’ll admit, there is some road construction going on right now--and I’m sure that as soon as they finish repaving and widening, they are going to tear it up for a new water pipe or something, that way the road has some smooth spots, but it’s also very uneven and loud in some spots. Whatever. But anyway, people should still be able to use a turn signal once in awhile. I mean, honestly, the turn signal is just a simple device that has been around for many years; all you have to do is flick your wrist! That’s it! It’s not like you have to reach your arm out the window or something.
Also, there seems to be a …show more content…
I was minding my own business in high school, still fed up with the congested hallways, with minimal effort, when somebody stumbled into my life. This ‘somebody’ happened to be a teacher. The year before, I had a great teacher; he helped me in so many ways. Some of the things he helped me with were just general projects, but a lot of it also had to do with boosting my confidence. The new teacher saw some of his old practices as a threat of sorts… so basically, the new teacher decided that she didn’t like the way things were taught before, so she completely undid everything. Everything that multiple people (the old teacher, myself, and other students had spent hours working on) worked on, was destroyed. I had a lot of respect for the last teacher, and I had a good relation with him; he gave me freedom to learn things a different way and I think I learned more in one period of that class than I would in a week of other classes. However, the new teacher felt it was her responsibility to make the class ‘different’ (I guess she had a vision or