Personal Narrative: I Am At 9: 30

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I believe there is one good thing to be found in every day. Although every day may not be perfect, I have learned to find the best in every single one of them. While I’ve only lived fourteen years, I have experienced each one fly by, full of good days, bad days, and days that won’t matter in a decade. But each day deserves to be looked at equally: as if there is one thing that makes it worth living. Each night before I go to sleep, I write my highlight of the day in a little yellow journal. The entries vary from a line to a page, but the question I ask myself at 9:30 remains the same: what was the best part of today? I don’t go to sleep until I can find one. Some days I’m challenged with having to choose between many, like the day of an action-packed sleepover. Other days it’s truly about appreciating the little moments, like April 19th, 2017: “Maybe the conversation with my friend in the locker room.” One that stands out to me is three words that I don’t remember, but they spoke an infinity on January 16th, 2017. “Car ride back.” …show more content…

That morning, I saw my sister’s face, and knew that Donald Trump was our president. After a long day of holding everything in, I had drama rehearsal in the afternoon. I walked into the room and knew immediately the bad day wasn’t only mine. We sat in a circle with our director, spitting out feelings and opinions. One girl even came in late, with red puffy eyes, and we welcomed her with sympathy. I can’t recall how it came up, but eventually someone decided to order a slice of pizza. When you’re angry and exhausted on a Wednesday afternoon, nothing sounds better than pizza, and suddenly everyone became

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