Personal Narrative Analysis

Out of the many evils in the world that plague humankind, one of the most prominent and commonplace is worry. Worries can come to anyone, and they can cause many unwanted effects: restless sleep, nightmares, and depression. Right now at this moment, people all around the world are worrying and stressing about their lives. In the days before school started, I was one of those people.
The main topic that I became so worried about was school. I was worried about mean teachers. I was worried about excessive homework and tests. I was worried about if my friends had changed over the summer. Even inside my dreams, when I was fast asleep, my worries somehow seeped in, turning my warm, sunny tropical paradise to a wasteland riddled with mean teachers …show more content…
You have no idea what 7th grade will be like.”
I had ignored and dismissed this statement when my mother had first said this, but I was soon going to learn otherwise.
When the first day of school came by, my mother dropped me off at DMS and I started to head towards the school. I had dreaded this day for a long time, and the day was finally here. I had barely noticed how fast the summer was passing.
As I headed towards the building I had been dreading to enter for the past few weeks, I began to think about everything that would make my life into a living nightmare. Mean teachers. Towering stacks of homework assignments. Daily tests. Thinking these thoughts made me groan and sick to the stomach.
After what seemed like hours, I reached the basketball court, which was the place where we would wait to enter the school. As I looked around, I located some of my friends and walked towards them. When I was up close, I was relieved to see that my friends didn’t change much. They were wearing their usual attire, and their usual looks.
We greeted each other and started to talk. We discussed our worries, and I was relieved a little bit that I wasn’t the only one worrying about …show more content…
I found my homeroom after a short while and entered. Once inside, I looked around for my seat and sat down.
When the homeroom teacher, Ms. Ruberto, started talking, I noticed that she was kind. Her rules seemed strict, but she didn’t sprout horns or breath out fire anything. Maybe my worries were all wrong. I thought. But my worries still lingered in my thoughts.
The rest of the day went on relatively quickly, and I met my other teachers: Mr. Lefer, Ms. Sydoruk, Mrs. Erol, and so on. When I met them, I saw that they were nothing like what I had imagined. There was no tests on the first day, no anything. And every time I walked into their respective classrooms, I started to realize little by little that I had been wrong and foolish to make false assumptions.
When the school day finally was over, I was skipping and humming in happiness. All of the teachers were nothing close to what I imagined, and I wondered why I had ever been worried.
I walked cheerfully towards my mother with a spring in my step. I climbed into the car, and my mother started pestering me with questions about my first day of

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