Personal Narrative: Welcome To Cedar Point

As I looked out of the bus window, half awake from sleeping on the bus ride, I saw a large blue structure with flashing lights at the top jutting into the partly cloudy spring sky. To the right of it was another one, similar looking, but was yellow and red and was somehow even taller than the blue one. I then nervously looked down the aisle out the windshield at the three lane road, each lined with cars and other buses, that was headed toward the island-like peninsula. As we lurched slowly down the road a little bit at the time, a gate appeared with lettering on top that read, “Welcome to Cedar Point.”
Just two weeks ago, Mrs. Scharpenberg came into our 2nd period Advanced Placement Language class with a signup sheet, stating that we could go on the annual AP field trip to Cedar Point. The paper was passed around the room, until it got to me. I stared at the paper for several moments, undecided on whether or not to go. I had never been on a roller coaster before, let alone seen one. On one hand, I was somewhat terrified thinking of the rides. On the other, the thought of skipping school and having the time of my life with my friends also made me excited. Finally, I said, “Screw it,” and wrote my name down.
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I could hardly sleep, due to the excitement and fear that that overcame me. I woke up the next morning at roughly 5:30, since we had to be at the school at 6:30. I went out to start my car, but it wouldn’t even turn over. At that point I was incredibly stressed out. I went inside and called my mom and told her what happened and told her she would have to take me. She begrudgingly got out of bed, put on flip flops and a coat, and drove me to the school. I climbed on the bus, pillow in one hand, and a phone charger in the other and sat down in a seat. Once everyone was on the bus and accounted for, we left, and I quickly fell asleep for the entire trip