Narrative essay on my best day at school

I recall my first day of school as if it was yesterday. The picture of when my mother had deposited me in the kindergarten is still marked in my memories. I had cute new shoes, an attractive school bag, and a nice uniform. Before leaving, my mother kissed me on my forehead; the separation was difficult, even very difficult.

As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling once summer was over high school here I come.

One of my main hopes for this class was challenging myself to become a better learn to write like musicians and poets. Up until that point, I had always been writing papers for school, often to write research papers or to write forced narratives. I never wrote anything for myself until about junior year in high school.

Those being informing essays, essays with research, and essays about personal experiences. For me, half of the battle was choosing the topic. After choosing the topic and writing a rough draft we most times would have a peer review. The peer review helped me to see my classmate’s ideas and opinions about my work.