Again, in our english class, we were asked to make a personal narrative essay. The good thing is, i can choose my own topic. And the bad thing, i need to follow the rubrics (for the grading). I need to put some sensory languages, the sequence, and the hook. More importantly, i should have perfect past tenses and subject verb agreement. That's my problem. I really hate writing essays. They're so..(name it)
Anyways, here is my essay. This is really bad ( i know).
xd xd xd xd xd xd xd xd xd xd Anyways, here is my essay. This is really bad ( i know).
Quote:
My heart was humping so fast. Sweat was starting to fall over my face. My hands were getting colder. My face was like a burning hot flame, not of anger but of panic! Most of the students were already in their buses yet I wasn’t. “I am going to miss the bus!” I thought.
First, I walked fast toward my school bus nut I didn’t catch it. It was faster than I expected. I was left behind. My head was full of desperate thoughts. How would I go home? I didn’t have a cell phone, and the worst part was, I forgot to remember my home’s contact number. I was having a hard time thinking what to do next. Should I just walk from here to my house? Or not? Well, if not, what will I do? While I was walking around to now almost empty school, I suddenly realized that I have the guidance counselor’s help. She might help me! Then, I went to the main building to ask for my home’s contact number. Thank God they have. If not, what would happen to me?
So, I called my father to fetch me here in school. I waited for about fifteen minutes down the Main Hall. While I was waiting, I still couldn’t believe that this was really happening to me. Few moments before that scenario, where I was left behind, I was just in the library. I borrowed a book. I was really glad at that time.
In the end, I rode into my car and got home safely. When I arrived home, the moment I stepped inside our house. I was surprised to see that everybody else in my family were just dong their normal stuffs. It was like nothing just happen, that i missed the bus and was really depressed.
Weird.
First, I walked fast toward my school bus nut I didn’t catch it. It was faster than I expected. I was left behind. My head was full of desperate thoughts. How would I go home? I didn’t have a cell phone, and the worst part was, I forgot to remember my home’s contact number. I was having a hard time thinking what to do next. Should I just walk from here to my house? Or not? Well, if not, what will I do? While I was walking around to now almost empty school, I suddenly realized that I have the guidance counselor’s help. She might help me! Then, I went to the main building to ask for my home’s contact number. Thank God they have. If not, what would happen to me?
So, I called my father to fetch me here in school. I waited for about fifteen minutes down the Main Hall. While I was waiting, I still couldn’t believe that this was really happening to me. Few moments before that scenario, where I was left behind, I was just in the library. I borrowed a book. I was really glad at that time.
In the end, I rode into my car and got home safely. When I arrived home, the moment I stepped inside our house. I was surprised to see that everybody else in my family were just dong their normal stuffs. It was like nothing just happen, that i missed the bus and was really depressed.
Weird.
