Essay about Personal Narrative- Learning
As the dull scent of chalk dust mixes imperceptably with the drone of the teacher's monotone, I doodle in my tablet to stay awake. I notice vaguely that, despite my best efforts in the shower this morning after practice, I still smell like chlorine. I sigh and wonder why the school's administration requires the students to take a class that, if it were on the Internet, would delight Mirsky (creator of Mirsky's Worst of the Web), as yet another addition to his list of worthless sites. Still, there was hope that I would learn something that would make today's first class more than just forty-five wasted minutes... It wouldn't be the first time I learned something new from the least likely place.
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Our school went through several changes in administration just before my junior year, and one of the benefits that brought came in the form of our new vice-principal, a religious sister with a no-nonsense attitude. A month before school reopened for the fall, I was called in to talk to her about a conflict with my scheduled classes. From experience, I expected to be told that I could not take one of the courses I had chosen during the previous school year, and I arrived at the school prepared to fight to keep each class. I wasn't surprised when she told me that my pre-calculus class did not fit in my schedule, or when she suggested that I might take a lower level class. But, I was shocked when she said that she didn't see any reason why I couldn't