Personal Narrative: The Names Of Our Little Buddies

My classmates and I sat eagerly in our chairs as we awaited to find out the names of our “Little Buddies” - a privilege fourth graders gained as they began growing mature. Although we continued on our day, assigning books, receiving piles of paperwork to give to our parents for their night of “homework”, and decorating and embellishing names tags that would stick to our desks allowing Mrs. Ross to get to know our names. Before I knew it, the time to board the bus and return home to tell mom all about my first day of fourth grade approached quickly. However, paranoia set in when Mrs. Ross never gave us the names of our “Little Buddies”! Come to find out Mrs. Ross explained to her students that the she needed to see what her students had to offer before sending them to either hurt or aide the younger second graders. My nerves turned into excitement as I thought that I could inspire someone just by my actions, whether I made them feel welcome or treated them with love.

Remembering this day so vividly, I gingerly skipped into room twenty four, like I did everyday, ready to learn my new spelling word list, ready to multiply and divide numbers, and prepared to continue cursive writing with reading teacher, Mr. Kline. Nonetheless, before leaving for school that cold, autumn morning, my mom had scribbled me a note that allowed me to leave school early to go to my doctor's appointment at 1 o’clock. Lunch had just finished and I looked up at the clock as the secretary Mrs. Ferrari joyfully called over the intercom asking for me to walk down to the office to meet my mother. Although, Mrs. Ross called my name and wished for me to speak to her before I left. I stuffed my books, folders, and homework into my backpack, making it almost as heavy as an anchor and before leaving, made my way across the room, over to Mrs. Ross’