Personal Narrative: My Second Grade Classroom

I still remember my second grade classroom. Not perfectly, but just enough that I can tell you about it. There was something that happened that was horrible, but lucky we figured it out before the real thing hit. You're about to find out what happened.

There was tiny chairs, books filled with knowledge, and tiny faces eager to learn. Sitting on the soft rug while eating popcorn for snack, was so relaxing. Open a book, and it feels like the book shoots knowledge right a you, like it’s pulling you in with a rope. The tables were very smooth, good enough to take a nap on.Of course, there were also bad things. The only thing I didn’t like was the Comic Sans, this font. I don’t know why, but I absolutely hate it. I also didn’t love the WHIRR of the pencil sharpener. The noise, was a different story. Not exactly relaxing. Some times it was quiet like a mouse, but sometimes it was LOUD like a lion. Its was usually peaceful, but there was some situations where it was horrible. Like that time when somebody threw paper across the room, and then another person did it, and it just turned into a EPIC paper fight. There was one period of time, one month, where it went C-R-A-Z-Y!

There was a pencil stealer. Somebody who took pencils from other kids just because he or she had no pencils. It all started with Paul, Megan, Axel, Ethan, and Sandy. Everybody needed pencils, at one point in the whole class needed pencils, so the teacher told us that if we have 3 pencils every day for the rest of the week, he will reward us with candy AND you can have your shoes off in class for one period. Everybody started whispering, like Dude, we could get 2 lollipops if we have 6 pencils. Or I need those lollipops. My parents never give me candy. So, of course, everybody went to get pencils, because this was a crazy big deal. I know right? LOLLIPOPS?! Bribe. So, everybody came to school with like 7