From the Teacher’s Desk

The last four-class semester is behind us! Still a year to go toward the M.Div., but we made it through the hardest part – of classes anyway. This coming year will have its own joys and challenges with a baby on the way. But for now, we are enjoying a brief break, and I am enjoying a little more time on the computer now that Luke doesn’t have to be reading, taking quizzes, writing papers, or posting to discussion boards every evening. 

I’ve had several ideas for posts over the last month or so, but they all seem a little outdated by now. And even though I have more computer time, by the time I actually get on here, I feel like my brain is zapped. So for tonight, I’ll share with you my sample narrative essay.

I wrote this earlier in the week because my students were working on narrative essays, and after reading their rough drafts, I felt they needed a good example to help guide them a little more in the right direction. So I whipped this out before I left school. It’s still technically in the rough draft stage, so don’t be too critical. 

 

Five Paragraph Narrative Essay

Have you ever waited behind someone in a long line at the checkout and just wished you could cut in line? Well, last Friday, someone actually let me cut in line at the grocery store. In fact, two people did! My husband and I were planning to hang out with some friends for the evening, and I had brownies, sprinkles, and chocolate and caramel sauce. All I needed was vanilla ice cream for a fabulous dessert, so I stopped at Food Lion to get that one item.

 

I went straight to the freezer section, where it took me several minutes to decide what kind of vanilla ice cream to get. There are about six different kinds of vanilla – French vanilla, homemade vanilla, creamy vanilla, natural vanilla, and the list goes on. I finally picked one and headed up to the checkout. Since it was Friday afternoon, there were only two checkout lanes open, and the lines were kind of long. Most of the people in line only had a few items, though, so the lines were moving pretty quickly. I wasn’t in a big hurry, either, so I got in line with my ice cream and waited patiently.

 

That’s when the first person let me cut. The guy in the line next to me had a small cart full of items. He looked at me and said, “That all you got? You can go in front of me.” I told him it was fine, but he insisted, so I cut in line. A minute or two later, the lady in front of me, who had fifteen or twenty items, asked the same question: “Is that all you have? Go ahead.” I told her it was okay, but she said she was waiting for her daughter anyway, so I went in front of her.

 

The two people still in front of me only had one or two items each, so soon it was my turn. The cashier rang up my ice cream, swiped my MVP card, and gave me my receipt after I paid, all the while smiling and making small talk. As I walked out to my car, I thought about how nice everyone had been. Then I started to wonder; were they being nice to me because I was pregnant? Or because I was pregnant and buying ice cream? Maybe they realized it would be better not to stand between the pregnant woman and her ice cream!

 

I laughed to myself as I got in my car and tried to think how I could turn my experiences into a humorous facebook status. It wasn’t just a funny situation, though. It made me stop and realize again that there are kind people in the world, even in line at the grocery store, and that common courtesy has not completely deserted our society. I am thankful for that, and for ice cream!

2 thoughts on “From the Teacher’s Desk

  1. At Home with Bethany says:

    Haha that’s funny! Quick let the pregnant woman buy her ice cream … lol. And congrats to you and Luke on finishing the MBS! Just one year to go. It will be here before you know it.

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