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Narrative Essay - Pride in Myself

 

            "Alright everyone, you should be receiving your mid-term reports any day now.
             The anxiety was building up inside me. This particular marking period was the best I think I've had so far. I just knew I had to get all straight A's. I walked to my locker to find my best friend Nedra standing at her locker.
             "Hey what's up. " I said. .
             "Ms. Allan told you about the mid-term reports? ".
             "Yeah.so? " Nedra stared at me blankly as she reached into her bag.
             "You're not excited about getting them? How'd you think you did this quarter? " .
             "Pretty good but I hope I did well ˜cause my moms gonna kill me if I didn't " .
             The day went by and before I knew it I was getting a ride home. I started walking towards the steps when half way through I started to get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I soon realized that I was getting anxious. I wondered if I did enough to get those A's I tried so hard to get. I tried to come myself now but found I couldn't. My family was really looking forward to my report card especially my mom thinking of that made me even more ill. Plus I had a lot to live up to, my sister got straight A's every single marking period and I wanted to be just like her. Seeing the look on my parents faces when they opened another one of her perfect report cards, I would be lying if I told you I wasn't envies about her. I got home and immediately looked in the mailbox. Nothing. I walked up and unlocked the door. My dog rushed over to me like he hasn't seen me in weeks. I patted him on the head and then walked over to the kitchen table to do my homework. Still thinking about the empty mailbox I started. About a half hour later my dog started barking so loud it made my eyes tear. I got up and looked out the window to where he was barking. As I looked I managed to catch a glimpse of the mail man leaving my property. I rushed outside to see what he had left. I saw Frelinghuysen printed on the top letter, my heart skipped a beat.


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