Heaven to Hell
Chris Yaros
Narrative Paper Draft #1:
Heaven to Hell
English 15: M/W, 5:30-6:45
Prof. N. Brenneman
As my eyes slowly widened due to the never-ending sound of the alarm clock, I passively rolled out of my bed. The day that I had been dreading for the previous three months had unfortunately arrived. It was the first day of my high school career and I was less than content with the idea of going to school for the next 9 months. By the time that the sound of the bell for first period filled the halls my day was actually going pretty well. I was in a surprisingly jolly mood as I perused the halls of my high school for the first time. As the day went on I was happily made aware that high school was really nothing like junior high. Junior high was juvenile, as if I spent all of my days being babysat in a daycare. Then there was high school, a whole new world. In this new world teachers were cool, lunches were fresh, and the girls were like a whole new breed. The only thing on my mind that first day of freshman year was “Will it be like this all the time?” I soon discovered that the answer to the question I couldn’t get out of my head all rode on the mindset of Mr. Hoss. Mr. Hoss was the experienced veteran principal of the school. He oversaw everything that happened inside the walls of this educating institution. If he weren’t necessarily fond of the way something happened, he would change it. I had a strange respect for this man. I believe it had something to do with the way he had everyone on his side, no matter what. I thought about how difficult it must be to get teenagers to constantly agree with you, especially as a principal. High school students usually do not enjoy anything that has to do with school. The thing is, it was different at Somerset Area School district, and it was all because of this one man. The year went on and everything was still going as smooth as the sound of a petite waterfall in a remote forest
Narrative Paper Draft #1:
Heaven to Hell
English 15: M/W, 5:30-6:45
Prof. N. Brenneman
As my eyes slowly widened due to the never-ending sound of the alarm clock, I passively rolled out of my bed. The day that I had been dreading for the previous three months had unfortunately arrived. It was the first day of my high school career and I was less than content with the idea of going to school for the next 9 months. By the time that the sound of the bell for first period filled the halls my day was actually going pretty well. I was in a surprisingly jolly mood as I perused the halls of my high school for the first time. As the day went on I was happily made aware that high school was really nothing like junior high. Junior high was juvenile, as if I spent all of my days being babysat in a daycare. Then there was high school, a whole new world. In this new world teachers were cool, lunches were fresh, and the girls were like a whole new breed. The only thing on my mind that first day of freshman year was “Will it be like this all the time?” I soon discovered that the answer to the question I couldn’t get out of my head all rode on the mindset of Mr. Hoss. Mr. Hoss was the experienced veteran principal of the school. He oversaw everything that happened inside the walls of this educating institution. If he weren’t necessarily fond of the way something happened, he would change it. I had a strange respect for this man. I believe it had something to do with the way he had everyone on his side, no matter what. I thought about how difficult it must be to get teenagers to constantly agree with you, especially as a principal. High school students usually do not enjoy anything that has to do with school. The thing is, it was different at Somerset Area School district, and it was all because of this one man. The year went on and everything was still going as smooth as the sound of a petite waterfall in a remote forest