Personal Narrative: The Classroom

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I heard the voices from across the hallway and through the closed classroom door. It was science class, my favorite class of the day, and today we were learning about bones and joints. The rest of the small third grade class detested the lesson, saying that the big words were too hard and that “who cares what the little thing at the top of your knee is called,” just so long as it doesn’t fall out when they scrape their knee on the playground. I, however, was soaking it up; my little eyes flickered from the worksheet with a big picture of a skeleton to the board where Mr. Weaver was teaching about the difference between hinge joints and ball in socket joints. I closed my eyes for a moment, scrunching them closed and trying to block out the sound …show more content…
They knew, too. Everyone knew. I pretended I didn't. I stared at the worksheet in front of me, chanting off the bones and joints in my head to get the thought of what was happening out of my head. Scapula. Cranium. Mandible. Humerus. Tibia. Fibula. Clavicle. I could still hear the voices from the hallway, and my head sunk low when I heard the voices outside grow louder and louder. The twenty four pairs of eyes burned holes in me as I sunk down so low into my seat I hoped I would dissapear. I could hear my teacher’s voice in the cacophony, begging my father to please calm down and reassuring my mother that we would get this all sorted …show more content…
When I’m stressed out or upset, I can often be found curled up in a corner somewhere with an anatomy textbook, going over organ systems and cellular biology. School and education has become the single most important thing in my life and it is the one way I know to better myself and make all the problems in the world go away. There is nothing I love more than learning, and I can’t wait to bring my passion for learning with me to Appalachian State and soak up all I can. Growing up the way I did taught me many things, but none so much as the fact that an education is the most liberating thing you can give yourself. To go to a UNC University and study Biology would be an absolute dream come true for the third grader I used to be who studied the bones and joints like it was the last thing she would ever
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