Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Narration Essay

While the teacher lectured, I stared out the window… I sat in Professor Walter’s marine life class. “Today, we will be finishing up on tidal waves and learning about marine animals,” Professor Walter said. “Please pay attention, the information you learn today will be on a quiz or test that you have in the near future.”
Most days I would pay close attention to Professor Walter’s lectures because they were extremely interesting and very informative. However, today I was not interested in paying attention to his lecture. So I began to stare out the window. It was winter in Wisconsin and as one can imagine it is very cold and snows frequently. Today, the weather decided to dump snow on us so I began to drift to a warmer place… Florida!
It was hot, over 70 degrees, the waves were crashing into the sand, and I had a perfect view of the ocean in my red beach chair. In the distance I saw two young boys covering their father in sand. The mother, delighted by this scene, began to take pictures with her camera. In front of me was a blond, curly haired, blue-eyed girl splashing in the shallow stretch of ocean. The sun was hot on my skin and I decided to go into the water and jump some waves. The waves came one after another and pounded into me. I soon became tired and decide that I should go back and sit in my red beach chair. As I was getting out of the water a gigantic wave crashed into me and brought me under.
The force of the wave snapped me back to Professor Walter’s lecture. “Wow! I’m glad that did not really happen,” I whispered.
My professor must have noticed that I was not paying enough attention to his lecture. He said, “Meagan, can you name a characteristic of a tidal wave?”
Thinking back to my daydream and what had just happened I replied, “Tidal waves can be very strong.” I thought it was a decent characteristic, my daydream had obviously thought so too! The class chuckled and Professor Walter moved on to an eager student in the front who clearly knew the answer to his question.
Out the window the snow continued to fall and I slipped back into my Florida daydream. Once again I sat in my red beach chair and looked out into the ocean. After my near drowning experience with the big wave I decided a nap was necessary. As I was drifting off to sleep, I saw a pod of dolphins in the distance. They were magnificent creatures with sleek bodies with an incredible amount of speed. I thought about the dolphins as I drifted out and that is when I heard the scream.
The scream snapped me out of my daydream. I looked around the lecture hall trying to figure out who had screamed and taken me away from the warm beach of Florida. To my surprise Professor Walter had brought in a small pool filled with sea cucumbers, crabs, sea sponges, small fish, and coral. The professor invited us to come up and observe and touch the marine life. Apparently the scream that snapped me back to the lecture was from a tall, brown haired girl who sat in the front. I asked a boy next to me why she had screamed.
He replied, “She put her hand in the pool wanting to feel the sea cucumber. Instead, she was pinched by a crab who mistook her fingers for food.” I chuckled at what the sight must have looked like and tried to focus my attention on Professor Walter.
Professor Walter then looked at the clock and said, “Time flew by today.” He then looked directly at me and said, “I noticed a few of you who were not paying attention. Try to do better next time. Because of the few who were not paying attention we are going to have a quiz tomarrow. The quiz will contain an essay on the characteristics of tidal waves and multiple choice questions on the marine animals that we saw today in class.
Great I thought to myself. Tonight I will have to study and fill in the notes that I missed while I was in Florida. I walked out of the lecture hall and decided to never daydream while in my marine life class again. I had learned my lesson! My daydreaming trips to Florida would have to come after taking notes in Professor Walter’s Marin Life class.

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