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Personal Narrative : My Experience In The Classroom

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It was about seven years ago. I was 12 years old and in the winter months of my sixth grade year. To give you a visualization I was outside in a trailer classroom for health. The bell had rung to indicate the end of class. As I gathered my materials and headed out for the door I heard my health teacher, Mrs. Kelly, call out, “Watch your step on the stairs, they are a little icy from the rain that froze over nigh-”. Before Mrs. Kelly could finish her warning there I was on the ground, my pants covered in mud. I had slipped in a small mud pile that was at the bottom of the stairs. My papers flew EVERYWHERE. With the help of my fellow classmates I gathered my papers and managed to get out of the mud. I did the walk of shame back into the health trailer where Mrs. Kelly was standing. “Oh Alicia”, she said, “what are gonna do with you?”. After explaining the slip up she told me to go to the girls locker room to see Mrs. Walmsley, one of the other female gym teacher, and see if she would be kind enough to wash my pants for me. Mrs. Kelly and Mrs. Walmsley were two different people. Mrs. Kelly was kind and patient. Mrs. Walmsley was very strict and impatient, so asking Mrs. Walmsley to wash my muddy pants for me was a bit terrifying. As I walked the through the hallway to the Locker room, I had the occasional giggle and questioning stare, but I continued on. As I walked in the locker room I felt panicked and sheepish because of how silly I may have looked and how ridiculous my

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