Personal Narrative-It's Time To Drop Of Books In School

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As I walk upstairs to class, tired from a long night of restless sleeping, my hands begin to tremble and cannot manage to haul 5 binders, 3 textbooks, and a pencil bag to class. My palms quickly become clammy and soon the books start slipping out of my hands.Suddenly, I lose my balance, trip, fall and drop everything in my hands. When I quickly regain my balance and stand up, completely awake now, pens are scattered everywhere, papers have ripped loose of the binders and have flown everywhere. Then, once I hear my classmates marching up the stairs behind me, I try to shove everything to the side. Evading the mess and trying upstairs without tripping, some of my classmates exclaim, “Woah! What happened?!” As they continue up, I slip out a quiet, “Sorry.” I then move toward the mess of the school supplies and begin to toss them in a haphazard pile. Eventually, some of my other classmates kick a few of the pens over to me and others have the initiative to come and assist me. However, the majority of my classmates mutter a quick, “You ok?” and move on upstairs. Once I finish cleaning up, I tudge upstairs, careful not to drop anything else and sneak into my seat. Unlike other people who would forget about dropping their books, I keep thinking …show more content…
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