Personal Narrative A Childish Brawl - 1523 Words

A Childish Brawl â€Å"She’s not coming. Get them, and anyone else in the halls, to their classroom and lock the door NOW.† As those words passed through Mrs. Tyndall’s lips, I felt myself panic. This wasn’t your usual â€Å"I forgot I had homework last night† panic, but the panic that makes you feel as if a gaping hole just opened up underneath your feet and you’re about to plummet into the unknown. At that moment, while I felt myself slipping from the edge, I looked around to see twenty-four pairs of eyes staring back at me. Looking into those eyes immediately closed the hole and shook me back to reality. I volunteer at St. Andrew’s Catholic School as a substitute art teacher every year, because my high school requires me to volunteer for ten†¦show more content†¦My mind would not let go of the different incidents I had heard on the news about child abduction or school shootings. When I see these reports, it never seems like they could actually occur at my high school or even the school I volunteer at; it was impossible, totally preposterous. I had never been able to handle stress well, so I often overworked myself; you could ask anyone and they would agree. Except in this sudden state of panic; I felt the overflowing worry dissolve. Taking a few seconds to collect myself, I briskly led the class down the middle school hallway. The fourth graders were excited and restless, seeing Mrs. Tyndall run off and having me take them to homeroom, so they began barraging me with questions. â€Å"Why is Mrs. Tyndall running?† â€Å"Where is she going?† â€Å"What’s going on?† â€Å"Where’s Mrs. Crowl?† â€Å"We’re still going home on time, right?† They were asking the questions that were running through my head, but even though I was curious I had to get them to class. Guiding the group back into line I explained, â€Å"It must be something important, like an announcement, that the teachers need to do. But it s the end of the day, so the faster we get to the classroom, the faster we can go home.† With the prospect of going home in mind, the class quieted, scurrying to their classroom. Once there, I counted heads twice to be sure all of them were present, turned to lock the