Kimberly Hinojosa Ms. Lehmann English 1-3 26 February 2020 4th Grade It was fourth grade P.E.,something all of my class loved. But this day was better than usual. Why? Simple. Mrs. Lukes had told us she would be gone, which meant it was a free day with the substitute. Now, don’t take this wrong, we loved Mrs. Lukes.She was a great teacher, but we loved free days more. Free days were the days we could play with any of the equipment: Hula-hoops, frisbees, jump ropes, dodge balls, andthe list goes on. All of these were allowed. Going off with our friends, we played till we were bored and then grabbed something new. One of these times, I went alone to grab a new diversion and there they were: Ethan and Jacob.The two were alone next to where all of the stuff was. Thiswouldn’t have been a problem, except for one thing. Ethan was curled up in a ball, attempting to hide in the wrestling mat away from Jacob, who had dodge balls and was throwing them at Ethan. Hard. I realized that they weren’t playing, and that Jacob was being mean. I did not like bullies. Getting mad, I came closer. “Why are you bullying him?” I yelled at Jacob. “I’m not; we’re just playing a game,”he tried to convince me. “No, you’re not, Jacob. You have all the balls, and Ethan is hiding from you!”I was annoyed that he would think I was stupid enoughto believe that. By now, Ethan had snuck out of cover under the mat cover and ran away, leaving Jacob’s focus on me. When I noticed he had left, I told Jacob to leave him alone and moved on to clean the mess our classhad made. Sighing, I walked around picking up the dodge balls Jacob had thrown and the scattered jump ropes. I was so focused on the mess, I didn’t notice that Jacob reached into the bag and had grabbed another ball, or the fact that he threw it, at me. The ball bounced to the side of me and was soon followed by more. “Stop it,” I said slowly. “Or what?” he mocked me. I was much smaller than him, so it was obvious he doubted my ability to stop him, but I knew that I could if I tried. Being an eight year old girl, my threats were stupid, and so I warned him. “Do it again and you’re dead.” He glared and threw another, this time actually hitting me in the leg. I snapped, dropping the balls I had collected. I ran to him and yanked the bag of balls out of his hand. Throwing them to the side, I turned and punched him as hard as I could, which in reality, wasn’t very hard.In fact, I was only tall enough to punch his arm. He stumbled back and glared at me, and I felt a cold shock run through me. Realizing he was angry, I turned and ran across the gym screaming. He ran after me. Now, I know that nothing would have happened to me, but then I felt scared. Reaching the wall, I turned to the left and ran back around, weaving through my classmates. Worried that he might catch up, I looked back just in time to see him turn and be tackled by Jason. Stopping, I watched as Jacob fell to the ground, and the substitute came running. I don’t remember what happened then, but I do remember walking with the substitute and Jacob to the office. Sitting down on one of their plastic chairs, I watched as Mrs. Kohtz called Jacob into her office. Listening through the door, I heard him tell his side of the story.Which of course made me sound like a bully picking on him for no reason. Luckily, Mrs. Kohtzknew this was a lie because of the nuber of times he had been sent to the office. After she was done speaking with him, I was sent in, and he sat outside. When I sat in her office, she told me to explain it all to her, which I did, crying my eyes out, thinking I was in trouble. This scared me because I had never been in trouble at school.In fact, I only came in there for check outs and good student prizes. After calming me down, explaining that I was not in trouble, and warning me to not threaten others. Mrs. Kohtzsent me back to class.By now, all of my class knew and asked what had happened. I told the story in my proud, delusional way. Basking in it for the remainder of the day, I got nervous as I reached home. What were my parents going to say? Was I in trouble? Worrying all night, I watched my parents, but was never asked about what happened once. I continued to believe they never knew.Years later, when I spoke with them,they admitted that they did know, but had simply laughed about it and moved on. My dad was, however, being overly proud that I had punched a kid.And that is the story of my one and only punch.
Personal Narrative Reflection
Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific. I began by reviewing important events in my life that I could write and share with others. After that I wrote my outline, in order to make sure everything I wrote was as accurate as possible. Then I began my rough draft which I later had revised. Through out this I enjoyed replaying memories that surfaced while writing.
What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them? This is a narrative, because I described an actual event that happened to me, all in order. I showed detail, dialog and had a plot. All of which, makes it a narrative.
What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part? I am extremely proud of the fact that I defended someone. Without worrying what others would think of me. Being confident and fair is one of my favorite qualities to find in people.