Descriptive Narative
Daniela Velazquez
Beverly Sumey, Instructor
Comp. I, 10:30 MWF Weak Knees Strong Hope
It was 6 years ago when I began to really appreciate the little things. It was 6 years ago when my life changed forever. I was an active, reckless, twelve year old girl in the seventh grade. I spent most of my free time playing soccer, or riding my purple bike around the thin, uneven roads of Union, Missouri. I was enrolled in school at Union Middle School, where my unfortunate life changing accident took place. It was a warm, humid morning in May 2009. Just like any other morning getting ready for school, I flooded my bedroom floor with different outfits trying to decide what to wear. My dad and I sat at the dining room table discussing the weekend’s plans over a bowl of Special K Vanilla Almond flavored cereal. As I have always been a slow eater, I never failed to make both my father and I late for school and work. I grabbed my large, black, heavy backpack and sprinted out the door, jumped off the dewy wooden porch steps and slid into the front seat of my dad’s golden Pontiac. At this point, my day had gone like every other normal day. The only thing that was slightly different was the fact that it was the last week of school. MAP test were over with, grades were put into the grade book, and new lessons were done for my seventh grade self. This caused excitement for everyone in the small, old building of UMS. I would day dream throughout my seven classes about my plans for summer break. I would imagine myself rope swinging into the cool river water as the sun beamed over my rosy cheeks. I would imagine myself running back and forth on the soccer field, or riding my bike down the small hills of my subdivision. Summer break was so close I could almost taste all of the blue berry popsicles I planned on eating! Unfortunately, this was not how I was able to spend my 2009 summer break. My day was almost over and I just had to get through gym class. This was no
Beverly Sumey, Instructor
Comp. I, 10:30 MWF Weak Knees Strong Hope
It was 6 years ago when I began to really appreciate the little things. It was 6 years ago when my life changed forever. I was an active, reckless, twelve year old girl in the seventh grade. I spent most of my free time playing soccer, or riding my purple bike around the thin, uneven roads of Union, Missouri. I was enrolled in school at Union Middle School, where my unfortunate life changing accident took place. It was a warm, humid morning in May 2009. Just like any other morning getting ready for school, I flooded my bedroom floor with different outfits trying to decide what to wear. My dad and I sat at the dining room table discussing the weekend’s plans over a bowl of Special K Vanilla Almond flavored cereal. As I have always been a slow eater, I never failed to make both my father and I late for school and work. I grabbed my large, black, heavy backpack and sprinted out the door, jumped off the dewy wooden porch steps and slid into the front seat of my dad’s golden Pontiac. At this point, my day had gone like every other normal day. The only thing that was slightly different was the fact that it was the last week of school. MAP test were over with, grades were put into the grade book, and new lessons were done for my seventh grade self. This caused excitement for everyone in the small, old building of UMS. I would day dream throughout my seven classes about my plans for summer break. I would imagine myself rope swinging into the cool river water as the sun beamed over my rosy cheeks. I would imagine myself running back and forth on the soccer field, or riding my bike down the small hills of my subdivision. Summer break was so close I could almost taste all of the blue berry popsicles I planned on eating! Unfortunately, this was not how I was able to spend my 2009 summer break. My day was almost over and I just had to get through gym class. This was no