A Narrative Essay About My Sophomore Year

My sophomore year was a great year for me as far as school goes. It was a year filled with many surprises and mysteries. It was my second year returning to Charles F. Brush High School and as I walked into the first day of school I wondered how my day would transpire. I was ecstatic to be immediately greeted by one of my friends that I met during my freshman year. It wasn't so much that it was him that made me ecstatic, it was more of him being a familiar face and me being reassured. His name was Dwayne. Dwayne and I had a like and a hate type of relationship. Some days we would be the best of friends, and other days we'd figuratively be at each other's jugular vein. This was mostly because of our very different personalities. Simply some days
During my sophomore year at Charles F. Brush High School, I took my first biology class. I was skeptical of the class because of the common stories I heard. When you think of biology class you think of dissecting some type of unlucky animal. This weird project was not something I particularly wanted to do, nevertheless if I wanted a passing grade it had to be done. The day I found out we'd be dissecting a baby pig I almost hurled. I remember being so incredibly disgusted by this notion. However, once we started dissecting the baby pig, the process dare I say became a little fun oddly enough. We took out its guts and tongue and eyes. Many things that once were apart of this baby pig were now on top of a silver pan that we collected our dissections in. Once you began the process it's a little hard to stop as well. Not to say that everyone that was dissecting the baby pig felt the same way that I did. There were people that went into the dissection being grossed out and were still grossed out after the process was done. Also there were people that couldn't wait to start dissecting the baby pig and were happy they completed their goal when we