Personal Narrative: My First Day At The Illinois State Fair

It was my first day of 7th grade, I looked down at my schedule; full of unfamiliar names. My first class was “Mrs.Pettyjohn”, for english. When I finally found her room she welcomed me in and told me to sit wherever I would like too. I found my seat, next to a few friends and we began to talk until Mrs.Pettyjohn blurts out, “WELCOME TO 7th GRADE!” Everyone jumped up and looked at our teacher. “Your first assignment in my class is an essay about your 5 senses.” I was at my desk, surrounded by a few friends. They were all talking about what they were going to write, while I was sitting there doing the exact opposite. Even after I went to talk to Mrs. Pettyjohn, her ideas were great but none of them seemed to click. Since I couldn't come up with any brilliant ideas, I decided to use her idea of the Illinois State Fair. Everyone has their own unique experiences at the fair, based on what you see, what you hear, and what you feel. Unique was something I knew …show more content…
I knew every word counted since it was worth a lot of points. So I made every word count. It was the day we turned in our essays, I walked up confident and left not so confident. Lots of thoughts were going on in my head, what if she didn't like the essay? I filled up with anxiety until the next day; it got worse, it was the day we all got our tests back. I was really nervous when she called “Bryce, please come get your paper.” She handed the paper too me upside down which my personal philosophy, of the paper getting handed to you, upside down, meant you did poorly. I slowly Turned the paper around to see I had got a… 100? I was curious on how I got a 100 on my first essay, and I was happy at the same time, their was even a note, at the bottom of the paper that said “I absolutely loved this, keep up the goodwork!” I guess thinking I would do poorly wasn't