Good Intentions Ruined by Boring Topics :: Personal Narrative Writing

Good Intentions Ruined by Boring Topics I cannot believe that I got stuck with Rene Descartes for my Senior Project I said to Megan as we walked through the hallway to our ninth period class. Megan and I had been fri residuals ever since the piece grade, and often vented to each other when we were upset. Oh trust me, I sprightliness really sorry for you, she replied with a sympathetic grin. She however, had one of the best topics, Elvis. That couldnt possibly be very difficult. I must admit, I was root word to feel a little jealous. A few weeks before our topics were assign we were instructed that our Senior Projects would be a lengthy research paper transaction with one of the top one hundred people of the twentieth century. I sat daydreaming of the people I believed would probably be on the list, beautiful movie stars and rock stars. My ideas of the one hundred virtually authoritative people of the century and The History Channels list of the most influential peopl e defiantly divided different opinions. I am sure that the other students in the classroom at that time shared the same ideas that I had. This would be our very last high domesticate project, the very project that weve anticipated all year long. For this last assignment, I wanted to write to impress. I wanted to show not that my classmates, but also my corky English teacher just what I was made of. I wanted to write a paper so great, that for years to come, people could examine my writing as a amend example. Those aspirations were completely lost when we were finally assigned our topics. I think of the day well. It was a bright sunny day in late(a) April. It was getting to the time of year when seniors began having meetings every week to discuss the forthcoming class trip to New York City, class advisors were running through the blue-gray hallways to measure out all of the upcoming graduates for their gowns, and the attitudes of all the students and even teachers w ere upbeat. The seniors especially were excited for the end of the school year. The bell to eighth period rang. We all scurried out of the luncheon room like a herd of cattle.