Personal Narrative: Howland High School

Friday, May 31, 2017, was the final day of school. Warren, Ohio, USA is where I attended Howland High School. The last school bell of the day rang, joy and excitement rushed throughout my body. I was as excited as a firecracker as I thought about the adventures I could have over the summer. I was impatient as time crept by. I do not like to go to school, but I have to. Lunchtime in the cafeteria was the highlight of the day as we were given ice cream bars and other delicious snacks that the kitchen needed to be rid of. The last period of the day was with Mr. Williams “English one” class and had felt like the longest fifty minutes of my life. Other times when time stood still include getting my braces put on, getting my driving permit, and waiting in the airport. Since I do not like school, I …show more content…
Staring at the frozen clock, as time stood still, did not help, neither did tapping my sharpened pencil on the desktop. I had looked at the clock 2,000 times. Teacher, “May I please go to my locker?” Mr. Williams assigned the class to help stack books and wipe off germ infested desks in the classroom. I grew impatient. “Teacher, will you please let me go to my locker?” Somehow, I felt violated as I believed that the last day of school should be lazy and carefree. When the bell finally rang everyone rushed out of the doors like a stampede of bulls and you could just smell the freedom. Everyone headed off in different directions laughing and talking as they carried their belongings. I had gotten my binders, papers, and pencils packed. Paper and other insignificant items floated to the floor while nobody seemed to notice. My favorite pencil rolled across the hall. Peter, “Could you please hand me my pencil?” Quickly, he handed it to me. As we enter the hallways excitement was in the air as they are more crowded than usual, the crowd was a wall. All the students in the hall were excited for it to be summer break after the long school