Autobiographical Narrative Working as a monitor in the attendance office was not my favorite time of day. Since it was seventh period, everyone loved to leave early which meant the office was always busy with people coming in and out. Every time you walked in, you would feel a burst of cool air. It felt like Alaska in the middle of December. When I picked up the PA caller, the phone was icy cold against my ear. “Excuse me, do you have Valerie Rodriguez in class?” I said as loud as I could. The students talked over the teacher so I could barely make out what he was saying. “Hello?” “Yes I do,” I finally heard him. “Can you send her to the attendance office she’s going home. Thank you,” I replied---saying that phrase was a routine. Whenever it was my turn to talk on the PA, I would get so bored …show more content…
Lupita was right, he truly brightened up our day. All the negative thoughts of school seemed to have disappeared into thin air. I felt ashamed and ungrateful. This boy seemed to be so happy with his life and I’m over here complaining about something so little and irrelevant. He was blind and I had 20/20 vision. How can I waste my life focusing on the bad rather than the good? God did not put me on this planet to sit around and do nothing with my life but complain. I knew I needed to change the way I saw things. I need to remember that not everyone is here to make me happy. There’s always going to be that one person who won’t get along with you or will always upset you. I’ve noticed it’s the people who are not mentally or physically healthy and well are the ones that are nicer and raised the right way---with manners. They seem to cherish their life and look at the positives more than I do, but not anymore, from that moment my life style has changed. I have a new point of view for seeing things. I want to have a strong effect on people like Charlie had on me. I want to be able to brighten up someone’s day like Charlie did to