Personal Narrative Reflection

Now that the Personal Narrative is over I kinda miss the little guy... we would stay up late together, he was always on my mind, and now that he's gone I just feel, whats the word, relaxed! It is so nice not having to worry about writing, having the voice in the back of your head finally being quiet and letting you relax without pestering you about that paper you haven't even started yet. If it were between writing another Personal Narrative and having shards of glass shoved in my eyes... I would choose the Personal Narrative, but I wouldn't be happy about it! In all actuality the narrative itself wasn't too terribly hard, I just had a lot of problems weaving in an underlying message that wasn't a slap in the face but also was a little more blatant than a wink in the dark. In my opinion I was able to do so moderately well, but it may have been a little to far on the cold slap in the face side. Although now I don't have to worry about it because I have given up my Personal Narrative into foster care, where it was put with a bunch of other Narratives that apparently no one in our class wanted to keep, where they were then all adopted/collected by a Joani Eliot. This story has a sad ending though, because Joani will then take these Narratives home, where they believe they will be happy, but it turns out she isn't a very nice caretaker. She beats them with a grading pen and leaves scars all along the pages and judges them based on their parents' writing skills before she gives them back to the original parents, who will either be ecstatic to see them or after one quick glance at the top of the first page never want to look at them again.