Ever had times where you just can’t think? Sure, all of us do. In writing its referred to as
as writer’s block. Although to most this only comes occasionally, I am confident that I was born
with this block in my head. Still, even if I wasn’t born with a block in my head, on Monday in
my English four class I sure felt like it. Our teacher had assigned us to write a personal narrative
and I was a blank as the piece of paper on my desk. The class was instructed to do various
brainstorming activities and all the regular planned out formal stuff that follows such assignment
I am sure that all of it helps some people but, for me it does nothing!
On the first day that we worked on the assignment I racked my brain for idea’s, and
came up with nothing at all. As the rest of the class scraped away with there pens and pencils I
sat at my desk admiring the curvy lines on my paper that I had scribbled. On day two I sat
there as I did on the first day. While I sat there my gaze fell upon my shoelace and I noticed
that it was untied so as is customary I reached down and laced it up, Afterwards, I thought that
it just could have possibly been the most interesting thing to happen in class that day! On day
three, I amused myself with the back of someone’s neck. I noticed that they had three moles on
it. It was at that moment that I pondered many questions like, “does this person know of the
The Essay on Another Day Class Morning Shower
Puzzled and startled I turned over in my bed. The hideous noise that woke me up won't stop! So I get out of my bed and slip on my sandals. Trotting all the way across the room, I trip over various obstacles before finally reaching the source of the noise. I hit the snooze button and dread another day. With more and more procrastination as each minute passes I attempt to get ready for class. My ...
moles, and if so; do they care?” As I was contemplating these truly brilliant thoughts my
concentration was broken by a student who happily announced that they were finished with
their rough draft. After hearing there happy peppy little voice I am not sure but, I do think that
for whatever reason at that moment, I hated that person! But soon it dawned on me that If one
person is finished then they will all soon be as well. On the fourth day of class I knew that I
needed an ideah, and that I needed it right then and there! So I sat there and thought very hard.
My mind raced, or at least crawled. At any rate, I sat their for half the hour, and then it hit me
like a ton of bricks! I would write my personal narrative about writing my personal narrative!
Cool huh?
So here it is, my personal narrative that I wrote about how hard it was for me to find an
ideah for my personal narrative. So now that I have given you the full account of what went
through my mind at the time I ask you, Don’t ever just think that idea’s are easy to come by!
