Narrative Essay

Narrative Essay

It was a sunny afternoon of mid-June and we were trapped in this dark portable watching an old black and white movie. I looked around the class to see exhausted faces resting on the wooden desks. My eyes were slowly closing but I could see that witch watching me from the corner of my eye. I couldn’t help but close them so, I decided to get up and go get a drink of water to wake me up a bit.

I opened the door and I was blinded by the sun. I scrunched my eyes as I slowly walked to the main building. After having a quick drink I was refreshed and made my way back to the portable. I slowly opened the door and quietly walked back to my spot.

I heard the clicks of the teacher’s heels as she made her way to the front of the class and paused the movie. Then she began to speak. She told us about short presentations we were having the next day.

That evening I wrote out what I was going to say and I practiced it over and over again. I read it out loud to myself, my mother, in front of the mirror and even to my dog. After all that practice I thought I was confident enough to go up in front of the class to present.

The next morning the first thing on the board was the presentations. I was a bit shocked and began to panic. The teacher asked for volunteers and of course Alex was the only one up for the challenge. After Alex the teacher began to pick names from a hat. I sat on my chair holding my paper reading as others went up. After each presentation I could feel my heart beat get faster every second and my right leg shaking. But then the lunch bell rang and I could finally breathe again.

After lunch we continued to finish the movie from yesterday and the rest of the presentations were going to be held up until the next day.

Before going to bed that night, I read it again a couple times. As I lay in bed I realized all my peers who went up are probably enjoying the night, unlike myself. I than told myself I will volunteer to go up first and get the presentation over with.

The next morning, the teacher asked for volunteers, and I began to panic. She then called out a name since no one volunteered. I was calmed down for a few seconds and then I told myself again, I have to go up next rather than carrying the stress. As the student finished, I slowly raised my hand.

“May I go next” I said. I made my way to the front and I cleared my throat. I then began to speak. My hands were shaking but not as much as they were as I sat in the chair. It was over before I knew it. I walked back to my chair relieved from all the stress I carried from yesterday. I thought about it after taking a seat, I did pretty well. I was proud of myself. I then sat through the rest without the worry of having to go up.

That night as I lay in bed I reflected on the presentation. It wasn’t perfect but I was happy with what I did. I than told myself I should continue to keep the confidence and not panic last minute.