Alice Smith
English 1-A
Ms. Lehmann
Feb. 27, 2020
Worst Vacation Ever
The arguing just wouldn’t stop. We argued about what to eat, what to wear, and even how to do our hair. It was December; we were going on Christmas vacation. I was sitting in my room, packing, when I heard:
“Don't wear that!” It was my step mom.
“I can wear what I want,” I said. “Fine do what you want,” She said.
We got in the truck and headed to my grandparents. We were going with the whole family: aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents, so we rented a van. On our way, we stopped in Twin to eat and start our journey. No one could agree on where to eat. We drove all around town for what felt like hours. Finally, me and grandpa agreed on Five Guys. We ate and got right back in the van. The kids were hyper and could not sit still. The drive to Disneyland took days that felt like years. We watched movies, sang and talked about what we were going to do when we got there. Finally, we arrived at a huge house we had rented. I chose the only room upstairs and unpacked my stuff there. The room was amazing; it had a walk in closet and a huge bathroom.
“Pack your crap!” My step mom all of the sudden decided she wanted to trade rooms after I had already unpacked. I repacked my stuff. I headed down stairs, and the kids were running around screaming.
“We have a pool!”
They hit each other with pool noodles they had found. I was so irritated. They started hitting me with them when I was trying to move my stuff. They moved me to this little red room with a huge mirror. I liked the room, but I had a little kid bed. I unpacked, again, and my uncle knew I wanted to get out of the house.
He asked, “Want to come with me to the store to get some ice cream?”
I responded, “Yes. That sounds amazing right now.”
We headed off in the van and went to the 7-11 a few miles away. It was a pretty sketchy neighborhood. We got our ice-cream and headed out the door when the cashier started yelling at some guy who was living on the street. We decided to buy him some food, too. He was skinny and old. We headed back to our house and went to bed. My bed was so uncomfortable, I couldn’t sleep. Everyone woke up early the next day and ate breakfast. My aunt and grandma made french toast. Then we headed to Disneyland. There were so many people that it took hours to get onto one ride. No one could decide on which rides to go on because the wait was so long. Finally, once it got dark, we decided to go on “The Tower Of Terror.” I didn’t want to go because it looked scary and I could hear people screaming on it. Everybody forced me to go. They said they would buy me whatever I wanted from the store, so I went. I was so nervous getting on. We slowly rose up, and all of the sudden... we dropped. I screamed with terror the whole way down. Then we stopped, and I laughed because it was so much fun. We got off and walked through the store, and I chose to get a t-shirt.
We headed to our house and did the same the next day. That ride was now my favorite. After a week of riding rides and fun, we had to pack. The kids were crying because they had so much fun and didn’t want to go home. It seems like they cried the whole way home. It was a long drive, and everyone was arguing about which one was the best ride. Finally, we arrived home, unpacked, and everything was back to normal and boring.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
This paper qualifies as a narrative because it has conflict, description, and dialogue.
3.What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
One part that I think turned out well was when I was unpacking my room and my uncle asked if I wanted ice-cream. I like it because it was a turning point in my story and made me feel better about the trip.
English 1-A
Ms. Lehmann
Feb. 27, 2020
Worst Vacation Ever
The arguing just wouldn’t stop. We argued about what to eat, what to wear, and even how to do our hair. It was December; we were going on Christmas vacation. I was sitting in my room, packing, when I heard:
“Don't wear that!” It was my step mom.
“I can wear what I want,” I said. “Fine do what you want,” She said.
We got in the truck and headed to my grandparents. We were going with the whole family: aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents, so we rented a van. On our way, we stopped in Twin to eat and start our journey. No one could agree on where to eat. We drove all around town for what felt like hours. Finally, me and grandpa agreed on Five Guys. We ate and got right back in the van. The kids were hyper and could not sit still. The drive to Disneyland took days that felt like years. We watched movies, sang and talked about what we were going to do when we got there. Finally, we arrived at a huge house we had rented. I chose the only room upstairs and unpacked my stuff there. The room was amazing; it had a walk in closet and a huge bathroom.
“Pack your crap!” My step mom all of the sudden decided she wanted to trade rooms after I had already unpacked. I repacked my stuff. I headed down stairs, and the kids were running around screaming.
“We have a pool!”
They hit each other with pool noodles they had found. I was so irritated. They started hitting me with them when I was trying to move my stuff. They moved me to this little red room with a huge mirror. I liked the room, but I had a little kid bed. I unpacked, again, and my uncle knew I wanted to get out of the house.
He asked, “Want to come with me to the store to get some ice cream?”
I responded, “Yes. That sounds amazing right now.”
We headed off in the van and went to the 7-11 a few miles away. It was a pretty sketchy neighborhood. We got our ice-cream and headed out the door when the cashier started yelling at some guy who was living on the street. We decided to buy him some food, too. He was skinny and old. We headed back to our house and went to bed. My bed was so uncomfortable, I couldn’t sleep. Everyone woke up early the next day and ate breakfast. My aunt and grandma made french toast. Then we headed to Disneyland. There were so many people that it took hours to get onto one ride. No one could decide on which rides to go on because the wait was so long. Finally, once it got dark, we decided to go on “The Tower Of Terror.” I didn’t want to go because it looked scary and I could hear people screaming on it. Everybody forced me to go. They said they would buy me whatever I wanted from the store, so I went. I was so nervous getting on. We slowly rose up, and all of the sudden... we dropped. I screamed with terror the whole way down. Then we stopped, and I laughed because it was so much fun. We got off and walked through the store, and I chose to get a t-shirt.
We headed to our house and did the same the next day. That ride was now my favorite. After a week of riding rides and fun, we had to pack. The kids were crying because they had so much fun and didn’t want to go home. It seems like they cried the whole way home. It was a long drive, and everyone was arguing about which one was the best ride. Finally, we arrived home, unpacked, and everything was back to normal and boring.
- Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
This paper qualifies as a narrative because it has conflict, description, and dialogue.
3.What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
One part that I think turned out well was when I was unpacking my room and my uncle asked if I wanted ice-cream. I like it because it was a turning point in my story and made me feel better about the trip.