Personal Narrative Essay

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The time seemed to pass by slower and slower as I stared at the clock listening to the ticks of each second. My second grade teacher, Mr. Pham, was passing back our test results for a test I failed to study for. I heard the sighs of both joy and sadness as each student got their paper back. I could not fathom what to expect when I received my paper, but I was definitely not expecting a 68%. My face fell and my eyes started to water as I silently stared at that paper. This was the first time I had ever gotten below an “A” on a test. I looked at the strawberry scented red ink that Mr. Pham always used and realized the scent of strawberries will be ruined for me forever. I held the paper in my hand, looked to see if anybody was watching, and then …show more content…

I had gotten a full night of sleep, for I had little homework the night before. I woke up bright and early, ate a healthy breakfast, and then started walking to school with my older brother Ryan. The bright sun shone down onto my older brother, my younger brother, and I as we walked by the forest on our way to school. I picked multiple white daisies and brought them to my nose as I smelled the wonderful aroma that surrounded them. As we were walking, my brothers and I sang cheerful songs, such as “Row, Row, Row Your Boat”, “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”, “Mary Had a Little Lamb”, and “Gitchi Gitchi Goo” from Phineas and Ferb. We finally arrived at Seoul American Elementary School where my older brother dropped us off and then continued walking to his classes at Seoul American High School. As I walked into my second grade classroom, I looked at the board and suddenly froze in my tracks. I had completely forgotten there was a test that day. A shiver of fear and anxiety ran down my back as I went and took my seat. My friends looked at me in curiosity and I heard rumors start to circulate around the classroom. “Kyla is really sick! That’s why she is not talking”, “No! I heard she forgot about the test!”, and “Wait, I heard that somebody stole her fruit snacks at lunch yesterday and she is mad at them!” were all spurious stories that made their ways across the

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