Narrative Essay English 101
Hailey Suter
Sandy Zapp
English 101
February 4, 2014
As I opened the giant doors the sun pierced my eyes, forcing me to squint just to make sense of the parking lot. It was a hot day, almost 90 degrees, but it still felt cool compared to the smoldering 110 degrees of my work station. I tried to look down the seemingly endless rows of cars, shielding my eyes from the tremendous glare that reflected off the windshields. I had blocked the sun with mild success, but my vision had become blurry from the sweat dripping into my eyes. It felt like I had been swimming in the ocean with my eyes open all day, and based on my appearance an observer would have thought I had done this in my clothes. I tried rubbing my eyes with my t-shirt to remove the burning saltiness, but since my shirt was soaked through, my actions only intensified the pain. After a few moments I was finally able to make sense of the parking lot and I began my trek toward my car.
Unfortunately Lincoln Electric has a parking lot that would rival most major amusement parks. It Wouldn’t be a problem if I were an executive or an actual employee, but welding school students had reserved parking at the very back of the lot, three quarters of a mile from the building. I had been walking for what felt like an eternity, yet I didn’t feel any closer to my car because of the stifling heat that I could see and feel. Eventually I saw my jeep through the thick haze, which was what I needed to reassure myself that this parking lot did end and that it didn’t just fade into the horizon. When I finally arrived at my car I hesitantly got in.18 Fatigue had consumed my body, and any excitement I felt about leaving was dampened because I knew I would have to return early the next morning.
Becoming a welder, I am convinced, is one of the hardest things any 18-year-old can do. My summer of factory work and school was the best and worst experience of my life. I learned more about life in 90 days than I had learned in the past 18
Sandy Zapp
English 101
February 4, 2014
As I opened the giant doors the sun pierced my eyes, forcing me to squint just to make sense of the parking lot. It was a hot day, almost 90 degrees, but it still felt cool compared to the smoldering 110 degrees of my work station. I tried to look down the seemingly endless rows of cars, shielding my eyes from the tremendous glare that reflected off the windshields. I had blocked the sun with mild success, but my vision had become blurry from the sweat dripping into my eyes. It felt like I had been swimming in the ocean with my eyes open all day, and based on my appearance an observer would have thought I had done this in my clothes. I tried rubbing my eyes with my t-shirt to remove the burning saltiness, but since my shirt was soaked through, my actions only intensified the pain. After a few moments I was finally able to make sense of the parking lot and I began my trek toward my car.
Unfortunately Lincoln Electric has a parking lot that would rival most major amusement parks. It Wouldn’t be a problem if I were an executive or an actual employee, but welding school students had reserved parking at the very back of the lot, three quarters of a mile from the building. I had been walking for what felt like an eternity, yet I didn’t feel any closer to my car because of the stifling heat that I could see and feel. Eventually I saw my jeep through the thick haze, which was what I needed to reassure myself that this parking lot did end and that it didn’t just fade into the horizon. When I finally arrived at my car I hesitantly got in.18 Fatigue had consumed my body, and any excitement I felt about leaving was dampened because I knew I would have to return early the next morning.
Becoming a welder, I am convinced, is one of the hardest things any 18-year-old can do. My summer of factory work and school was the best and worst experience of my life. I learned more about life in 90 days than I had learned in the past 18