Personal Narrative: My Goddam Autobiography

Taka
Narrative Essay

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my boring childhood was like, and how my parents were always treating my little brothers better, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. I'm not going to tell you my whole goddam autobiography or anything like that, but I guess I'll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around last week. First off, I had just finished my History class and was packing my goddam bags to get ready for lunch. I went down the stairs and waited in the lunch lines. There were at least five crazy bastards cutting in line, but I was too tired to give a damn. I trudged down to my usual sitting place and greeted Joe and Jhon. Joe was a psychotic Asian who thought he was a white kid, its
true, it really is. It killed me. He was one of those people that are always obsessed with bringing up people and events that were best left forgotten. Jhon just nodded. He's always like that. I think he's antisocial or something. Sometimes it pisses me off, but now I think I've gotten used to it. After lunch ended, I headed towards my third period. If you want to know the truth, its probably my least favorite class I've ever had, not because the teacher or the class was bad, but because it's the class that requires lots of group work, yet it seems to be the only class where there's no one that I know well. Anyways, after I somehow make it through the period and end up in my fourth period, which ended up slightly better, I discovered that I had gotten 106% on my math test. Although this isn't a huge accomplishment for most of my friends, it was for me considering my math grade last year, which I don't really feel like talking about. After school, I go home to take a break.
And within a few minutes I get a call from Joe. He was having problems turning on his computer. "Duh, my computer is showing a blank screen," he said. I told the poor bastard to press the power button, but a guess he never found it. So, eventually I had go to his house and press it for him. Later we went and hung out with Bob because we had nothing better to do. Bob was a nice guy that didn't insist on or do crazy things like JOE. Anyway, we decided to go to his house and eat pizza. Then on Sunday, my parents were having some goddam party at my house and insisted that I stayed. I didn't really think that I would know anyone at the party, so I invited Bob over to just hang out. Joe couldn't come because he was driving to L.A. He said it was his first time driving on a crowded freeway, and I came to the conclusion that the roads will never be safe again with him driving. I mean, if he can't find out how to turn a computer on, chrissakes, how is he supposed to know how to put the keys into the ignition, or know how to brake, or be able to tell the difference between left and
right? I had Monday off from school, so Bob and I went to Abtar's house. JOE, who had somehow survived the trip to L.A. and back, came along as well. After eating some chocolate cake, we got bored and locked JOE in Abtar's pantry. The next day in school was about the same as any other day except I got my first C on any test/quiz this semester on some goddam book called Catcher in the Rye.
On Wednesday, during English, we were supposed to have two or three different people revise our personal narratives. As I had mentioned earlier, I didn't really know anyone in that class, so I had one helluva time revising my own damn essay. That's all I'm going to tell about. I could probably tell you about what I did at school, what I did when I got home, and how JOE responded when his friend told him that I had put him in my narrative, but I don't feel like it. I really don't. This stuff doesn't really interest me right now.