MY ULTRA PERSONAL NARRATIVE

It was a wonderful mid –spring day, the clouds spoke and the trees danced. The temperature was mild with a slight breeze and plenty of pollution (considering it’s LA). Considering how in middle school, there has never been much field trips and considering in high school plus the recession we afforded a field trip to the Malibu Lagoon, it was a must go.

The day began as I walked to my locker to retrieve the Frisbee (which is CRUCIAL to the storyline) that I borrowed from Mr. Yom just for today to play with at the beach. I ventured my way to Mr. Wong’s room where I turned in my homework. After wards, as my peripheral vision detected a disturbance, A HAIRY MAN WITH HAIR UP TO HIS EYES CALLED OUT MY NAME, but in reality it was just Ken. A shorter stubbier man with a bald head cloaked under a hood dared say my name, but it was just Carlos. We went to throw the Frisbee around and hit an administrator’s car but luckily the alarm didn’t go off. Afterwards we got bored and treaded down the few steps to the flag pole to meet ourselves with everybody. We just threw Chris’s football around & a Frisbee at the same time because I felt the need to. Eventually, after being tired of throwing a football over and over again we went midget tossing into groups for our magnet buddies. We boarded the bus one by one towards the gum infested and odor of an old bus. The long journey to Atlantis Malibu Lagoon began.

The long bus ride started and I sat next to Kevin Zhu who deliciously smelled of women’s perfume. As I gazed outside the window I noticed the freeway was so barren. Long bus rides to nowhere particular are pretty fun. After arriving at the beach, it reeked of sulfur and fresher oxygen than Los Angeles. We went walking towards the beach area, I decided to follow Chris Garibay, who seemed to have no idea where he was going and seemed to lead me to certain doom, and ironically he led us to a cliff. After finding the beach we ventured we smelled seaweed and to our shock we FOUND SEAWEED. We put our stuff down and went towards the rocks where there was algae or moss (I had no idea what it was) It smelled of fishes and fresh air and I was taking notes for this stupid narrative essay. I lost my balance about 10 times and grabbed onto Chris and brought him down with me and which led to him mumbling and cussing about how many times I almost killed him in one day. We found a purple seaslug and it looked cool but then I tripped again and slapped it out of Chris’s container, but we found it again. So after I almost destroyed every sea animal and almost killed Chris I headed back to shore to play with a Frisbee.

The Frisbee is vital to everything. After throwing the Frisbee a few times , Carlos said Eloin sucked every time he threw a frisbee and Frisbees are suppose to fly horizontally but instead he throws them vertically which is ultra fail. When it was MY turn to throw I threw crooked and it went in a boomerang sort of way and went back to me. Carlos had the nerve to say to me “F*** you Kevin, you f***ing suck at throwing Frisbees, and he wouldn’t shut up and repeated that over and over. Finally I was irritated and I responded “You know what? F*** you, watch me throw a perfect one.” And then what do you know? I threw the Frisbee and it flew and got stuck in the bushes. At that point, humiliation had gotten me. So the bush was pretty tall and the Frisbee was stuck at the top. We tried walking around the thorn infested bush to get it (and everyone was wearing shorts) so we came out scratched and battered. We THEN tried getting branches to get that Frisbee off, but we had no duct tape (everyone knows duct tape holds the world together) Then Anagaby came and gave us her scrunchy and we made a stick, though not long enough. Then Ken, after getting cut like a thousand times utters with anger in his voice “KEVIN WHERE THE HELL ARE MY PANTS? GO GET IT.” To which I replied “Ok.” Eventually by tweaking the stick, we got the Frisbee. We began to play Frisbee but we lost all motivation. Then Lunch came, IN A BROWN SACK. It was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, juice and milk. I had no idea the school would be giving such a luxury. Afterwards I went to play football, I threw about 5 footballs that went sideways and hit a bunch of innocent girls sitting by the side. Mr.Nagaoka decided to criticize my throwing abilities and I showed him who’s boss. I disproved the Asian stereotype that we can’t throw a football. After a brief game of football, I went to sit in the sun and get a tan because I get the comment that I’m too yellow, but then I thought “once you’re black there’s no going back” but I didn’t care. I slept for quite a while and then I woke up and eventually we had to leave. What a fun day. On the long bus ride home, the whole bus was quiet except only these idiots sitting in the back were so annoying and so loud I just wanted to shove a sock up their mouths, but I was too tired to resort to such violent behavior so I just continued sleeping. Those that were annoying were those hypocritical girls that criticize others for being so loud. I despise hypocrites even though I’m one.

As soon as we hit back to the school, which sucked, I went back to Sork’s class to take notes for astronomy. What a great day to end the day.

I have learned a lot from that day’s field trip. I learned that if you’re afraid of tripping, you WILL trip. That day was the highlight of Mr.Nagaoka’s boring English class.