Narrative Essay Rough Draft
Philosopher Suman Rai once said, “You are the sum total of your life experiences. The more you experience the more interesting your life story gets.” In other words, a person’s individual experiences ultimately bind together to create the collective soul of his or her beliefs and moral values. I have found that people learn life lessons and develop values more from their first hand experiences, than they ever could from being lectured. In example, it is from a personal experience in the seventh grade, that I learned to judge a person not on the quality of their appearance alone but rather by their words and actions.
To begin, it is important to understand that I am a visual learner. I tend to process and rationalize …show more content…
I started the day off in high spirits, saying hello to familiar faces and discussing the events of summer and thusly passed through the first three periods rather quickly. Then the bell for fourth period rang and so I made my way into Honors English. Upon entering the room, I took note that the teacher Mrs. Susan was not yet in the classroom. Despite this, my powers of observation set to work. Her room was visually shocking to say the least. The walls were a dark grey trimmed in black and the room temperature was freezing. There were no pictures or posters on the walls except for black and white still images from an era long ago, which did nothing to brighten the dark mood cast by the walls. In the corner of the room sat an antique wooden desk that looked as if it belonged in a museum, and to the left of that was a rickety bookshelf filled with dusty textbooks. Needless to say, my powers of deduction were not giving me a positive outlook. Internally I made the remark that the classroom was more akin to a drafty dungeon and began to wonder if the teacher would …show more content…
Mrs. Susan was a short stocky woman with squarish framed glasses pushed up far too high on her nose, which emphasized her piercing eyes. Her clothes were outdated, as were her shoes, and she walked with a slightly hunched back and accompanying limp. Her face resembled worn leather and her hair matched the color of the walls, black swiftly fading into grey. I assumed that these physical features were the battle scars from a lifetime of teaching. If the classroom was a dungeon, then she was most definitely the witch living in