Personal Narrative: My Car Ride
I was speechless, couldn’t think, couldn’t feel. That night was like drowning in ice, with both the coldness of it and the numbing pain that was my thoughts. The only thing I knew was get in the car and wait. Wait for what seems like years. The car ride was like watching yourself slowly die. Every bump, every nook in the rode was nauseating. Watching the buildings pass by had a calming effect, like a stress ball. My mind was a formula 1 car… racing. I didn’t know if my thoughts would crash and stress me out even more but I’m glad they didn’t. Although the car ride was like driving with the devil by my side I made it to the hospital with my thoughts still going.
Earlier that day was like any other, I wake up take that shower that feels like
heaven to my mind that’s still half asleep. Get dressed in record time. The only thing that middle school has taught me is to wake up at 7:30 and leave at 7:40. School is like a bland piece of bread. With relatively the same things happening each day, but what would I know I barely pay attention. My mind usually goes into the cloud until something that actually challenges it rolls around and attempts to beat it but it has no chance. If school was actually challenging, than I would pay attention. The rest of the day seems like hell, but I roll through it nonetheless.
Earlier that day was like any other, I wake up take that shower that feels like
heaven to my mind that’s still half asleep. Get dressed in record time. The only thing that middle school has taught me is to wake up at 7:30 and leave at 7:40. School is like a bland piece of bread. With relatively the same things happening each day, but what would I know I barely pay attention. My mind usually goes into the cloud until something that actually challenges it rolls around and attempts to beat it but it has no chance. If school was actually challenging, than I would pay attention. The rest of the day seems like hell, but I roll through it nonetheless.