Narrative Essay : The Magical Marker In The 1700s

sat in my 8th hour room, staring at the clock, waiting for it to finally hit 3:05. After what felt like an eternity I heard the ring of the bell and a wave of students rushed out into the summer air. Summer was finally here and I couldn’t be happier. I had a whole three months to do whatever I wanted. No homework, no tests, no teachers. I hopped on my bus that would drive me home and deliver me to freedom.

It was soon the end of August which meant school was right around the corner. I wasn’t too excited, but I was a little anxious to see what God had in store for me. We hopped in the car, and were on the way. I walked into my new school, Country Day, and acknowledged the wind carried the sound of the chitter-chatter of my fellow classmates, lockers slamming as hard as nails and the howling of the spider-monkey. The halls were outdoor and you could see the never ending mountains and feel the gentle breeze swaying back and forth. I enjoyed the first day and couldn’t wait to go back for more. Throughout the day, I met someone special, someone who would soon to be my best friend, partner in crime, my other half, Sibley. She helped me see the good in situations and inspired me to be outgoing and carefree. Our families became best friends and went on adventure after adventure together. The year

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

Summer 2015. The summer of all summer’s had finally arrived. My last one in Carroll County, and I was determined to make it exhilarating. Of course, recollecting all the time’s I had vowed to make each summer the best one yet, I didn’t have much faith in myself. I felt it, though. Something was going to be different. I knew that on August 12th, which was just two short months away, I was going to be walking the halls for the “last-first” time. Scary, right? I mean, for 12 years I had spent every day under micromanagement and all of a sudden, almost as if instantly, reality confronts you.

When the first day came, I arose to the sun shining through the blinds in my room. As I sat up, I felt the butterflies circling in my stomach. I was nervous to start fifth grade at a new school, and have new friends and teachers. I quickly ran to my closet and pulled out my freshly ironed jumper.

Finally, the Saturday I’ve been waiting for… It was the very first Summer day after Pre-K. I woke up in the morning, eager for food. So I slided down the railing to get something to eat. Everything I saw looked like garbage. So, I crawled up to my brothers room. That was where all the good stuff was

Staring at the clock during the last fifteen minutes of class I counted down the minutes until the end of school. I could see the ocean from my desk and I could not get the thought of the hot sand on my toes and the warm water out of my mind. The hot June sun beat down on my arms through the window, making me extremely eager to get out of class and start the weekend.

The day began just like any other day, giggling and biking to Wakanda Elementary School with my friends. It was Valentine’s Day and we were going to walk with our 5th grade class to the nursing home up the hill, Autumn Village. We were going to play bingo with the residents. Of course the 5th grade class was excited because that meant that we didn’t have to do school work, we were going to play games all day

At this point it was halfway through the year of 2006, summer break had just begun. The third grade was a difficult school year, this year I was introduced to the End of Grade state exams. Nonetheless, I passed the third grade along with Ruby passing kindergarten. This year so far was already a fantastic year, and it was only about to become better. My family had discussed plans about this summer, it was going to be the best summer ever. This summer was packed with trips to public swimming pools, visiting our relatives, fishing at my grandparents, and our annual trip to the beach. On this warm, breezy evening in early June, eight-year-old me in this brand-new blue dress with two bright yellow bows with my sister, were in my parent’s bedroom

Then the morning of July 29, 2015, was finally upon me. It was a beautiful, summer day outside. Springing out of bed, excited as a little kid on their first day of school, I was filled with overwhelming joy. I had picked out my outfit in advance. Short black shorts, a classic band tee, and black converse, was what I had decided on. After making sure my outfit was quality, I put on my makeup, trying not to stab myself my eye with the mascara wand. As a I raced to get ready, I could not contain the smile that was trying to escape from my lips. As I stood at the top of the stairs, I hollered at my mom if she was ready to go.

The last day of the school year came so fast. I can’t believe that i’m going to be a Sophomore. I am very excited to see what classes and teachers i’m going to get. I hope I get classes with my best friends but if not I guess it’s ok. Year round school really wasn’t to bad. At first i really didn't’ want to lose my summer break, but it turns out you really don’t. I really enjoyed trying something new, and I can’t wait for 10th grade to

Monday came and I have to go back to school. I left my mother’s house before sunrise, before she would wake up. I walked to the park alone. My boots made a crunching sound as I walked on top of the fresh blanket of snow. I set my bright red backpack down next to the swingset and sat down on a swing myself. The sun was still rising so it was nice to look up at the pink and orange sky. I close my eyes so I can feel the breeze run through my hair. Although I know it’s impossible, I just can’t help but hope that I’d dissolve into dust and fly away with the wind to somewhere far away. I open my eyes to find a group of kids walking with their school bags, so I grab my things and begin to walk in the direction of the school, assuming it was about to begin. I’m greeted by a rush of kids running into the school building or catching up with their friends.I Just continue to silently walk to my fifth grade classroom. I could feel everyone’s eyes watching me but I don’t care. I sit down and wait for the teacher to begin the lesson.

The sky was a bright blue and the sun was shimmering right over the silver,stunning Eiffel tower, absolutely no clouds in sight. As I looked out my huge bay window, I could tell the morning was starting and everybody was on their way. I was almost ready for the last day of school at Downey Hills MIddle School. As I was brushing my hair and brushing my teeth, my mom called from downstairs, “come on you are going to be late Cadence.” As mom called up to me I was getting on my favorite pair of jeans, a cute white shirt, my long pink cardigan, and my white sandals with a bow and lots of jewels. I rushed downstairs, so happy for the summer to start. My mom gave me a big bear hug and I grabbed all my stuff. As I finally got out the door, away from all my crazy siblings, I ran to Lance’s house and waited for her to come out of her front door as happy as I was, so we could walk to school together. We got to school and everybody was talking about what they were going to do over summer vacation. We started walking to our homeroom class which was run by Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith had a smile on her face like a kid opening a present for the whole day, just waiting for the seventh period bell to ring. As the bell rang we said to each other “ we are free, no school for three months.” Then I said, “ now we can spend the summer together.” Lance looked at me, then said “ well, not exactly.”

Right. It´s Monday. Also known as the worst day of my life, or as my parents like to call it, the first day of my sophomore year. Usually i'm excited for the first day of school, but not this time. Not here at my new house. Not at my new school. Not in my new town. Especially not here in New Jersey. I pull on my jet black jacket and say farewell to my thin, ill, and frail mother and with my head and shoulders low, start my journey to Leven Academy.

The day I had eagerly been anticipating for 10 lengthy months, finally came. The sun was beaming. A nice breeze was flowing. Yet another perfect summer day, but something was peculiar. It felt as if I had just rolled up a ball of all my stress and tossed it aside. The moment I came home from school, I flopped on my bed and my eyelids instantly slid. I had just finished a laborious grade 8 and an exceedingly stressful week of final exams. I couldn’t help but succumb to sleep after countless days of near all-nighters due to studying and homework. Unfortunately, I woke up to my parents calling me to dinner. Little did I know that this was my call to adventure.