Personal Narrative: My First Day At Pennoyer

I remember the day before my first day at Pennoyer. I was sad and happy, scared, and mad all at the same time. I remember crying and yelling at my parents to not make me go to school that next day. The next day I showed up at school and remember walking into Mrs. Michael’s third grade class and seeing all of these new people that I would be friends with for years to come. At this school is where I made new friends, great memories, and where I grew up from a little kid into a young adult.
My first year at Pennoyer was a big change for me. Coming to Pennoyer from a catholic school, everything seemed very foreign and new to me. An example of this is taking the bus because before Pennoyer, I had never been on a bus before. Also recess