Personal Narrative- First Love and Missed Opportunities

Personal Narrative- First Love and Missed Opportunities

As a sophomore my workload consists mainly of three very different classes. But within the first week I had something to tie them together; love, to be more specific, first love. In my bible study class, the professor wanted to illustrate the human ability to recall detailed information regarding personally important events. He posed the question “How many of you remember your first love?” and went on to say how we should approach bible study with a degree of passion. The question was posed again in my science history class, illustrating the love the people we were going to study (Aristotle, Galileo, and Newton) had for their professions. A few days later in creative writing, we described an author’s passion for basketball as his first love. Our professor pauses to place a question before the group. “How many of you can remember your first love?” A triple coincidence in my classes? Or maybe a theme for the year two thousand. Perhaps the weather was making my professors nostalgic. Who knows? It would be prudent to note that I’m not a particularly attractive individual. I am a short, overweight man with no lack of body hair. Suffice to say I have not been in an intimate situation since playing house at the age of six. None the less each time the question was posed before the class, I raised my hand. After all, it seemed like almost everyone was responding and it wasn’t as if I were weird or anything.

I may not have had a first love to remember, but I still remember vividly my first crush. Her name was Kelly and I had the hots for her through junior high and early high school. We met in junior high band. We both played French Horn and sat next to each other every day. I was first attracted to her by the things we had in common. We both had the tendency to follow the school rules. Like me, she liked writing and we later developed an interest in Biology. We were simply like-minded. She would finish my thoughts when speaking and tended to focus on the things I found important. Then, I started to have totally irrational feelings for her. The hairs on the back of my neck would stand with excitement any time she was near me. Her presence was always on my mind whenever she was in the same room.