Rebecca Chen
Amanda Hamilton
English Acquisition Phases 5-6
28 October 2018
Personal Narrative: School Anniversary
"Students! Let's brainstorm some ideas for the school anniversary, one idea per student, stop talking and use your brain! Wayne! What did I say!” Mr. Chen shouted furiously to regain the class' attention.
There was a school anniversary occurring in October, and it was now our class' role to host the booth. We were all anxious. “What if we fail?” perturbations had filled our mind to the brim.
"Don't worry! Everything will turn out just fine! Last year, it went by just too fast and smooth, I don’t even know what our class products were!" our predecessors soothed.
The students were all eager for the day's advent, in homeroom hour, they discussed and arranged the jobs enthusiastically, everyone was pouring their heart into it.
"Attention! We are now voting for the top three ideas, three votes for everyone!" Our teacher apprised after filtering out all the lousy ideas. The vote was intense, people quarreled vehemently for their preference, the balloting was paused several times. When it was eventually finished, our teacher announced the result.
"The followings are the result; we now got Sloppy Joe, Dry Ice Soda, and Tanghulu! Now, divide into three groups and choose the food you want in FIVE MINUTES!"
The grouping process was processing smoothly, our group determined to sell Tanghulu, and we would make it two days before the event, in our teammates' house.
“Lucy, can I only participate in the second preparation day?” I know that everyone was eager with the event, but just to clarify, I am not one of them.
My teammates glared at me, “you traitor!” they chided in their eyes.
“Okay, do whatever you like.” Lucy, our team leader said.
I heard that the first preparation was a disaster, no goals were truly accomplished. We neither figure out the proportion nor the procedures. To top it all off, glitches were not identified.
Therefore, we did researches on the second preparation and thus to prevent the previous condition to appear again. On that day, we followed the tutorials of Taiwan’s eminent chief, Ah-Chi-Shi.
“This is it!” we all thought. We went through the strenuous production, failed and revamped time and again, and we FINALLY make it!
On the day of the school anniversary
"Err......guys, what should we do?" someone said desperately, gazing at the melted Tanghulus.
We were all dejected, all our efforts were gone, turning into nauseating syrups.
"Argh, plan z- we make it on-site." our group leader announced.
We're much obliged that our parents had helped us buy the materials, they had reduced myriads of trivial significantly.
"Rebecca, I need some help!" was all I can hear, the making process was onerous; we can barely have time to rest.
At first, we can't figure out the correct way to cook caramel; it always dissolved shortly after congealment. In the beginning, I was fetching materials between the booth and the hall, which was where we made Tanghulu.
When I came back from the stall, I recognized an odor, IT'S THE ODOR OF SMOKE! The area was replete with the haze of smoke.
"What is happening here!" I squawked, running toward them. Team members were wheezing and choking on the floor.
Away from them, a man opened all the doors and darted toward us. It's David, our academic coordinator.
The caramel in the pan was overdone and burnt. The scene was atrocious, lots of redundant culinary utensils on the floor rolling around.
"What are you guys doing!" David exclaimed, perplexed by the scene he saw.
Our teammates looked up, confounded at the reaction of the white sugars, answered, "Tr. David, the white sugars started to burn when we turn on the induction cooktop, and we were all choking on the floor." They glanced at me, signaling me to help them clean the mess.
My mind was panicking, "what should we do now, none of us know the exact procedures to make Tanghulu. Are we really messing up? Maybe we should have someone to help us in the first place......"
Watching our helpless faces, David cannot bear it anymore! Generosity was prompting him to take actions!
"Uh...... actually, I know how to make Tanghulu" was his surrender to his conscience. "Let me offer my help."
Our eyes were all lightened, and David began to assist us in the manufacture, especially with cooking caramel, which was the toughest part.
"Err!"
We shifted to the sound location and saw David's scalded left hand, it's being burnt by the boiling white sugar.
"What should we DO!" I shrieked in my fragile heart that was prone to evade from the current matter.
David placed his hand in the cold water there and then, turning toward us, he said "sorry girls, but I think I shall deal with this first. I betcha you will do a good job. Good Luck!" he rushed toward the administration office.
We became increasingly despondent, now our only hope has left, everything became impossible, "indubitably, we will fail." We did fail, we did not sell any out, the results were miserable.
When we ponder back on the event, we spotted the main reasons why we failed- " we did not experiment it earlier," so when we encountered problems, we were powerless. However, until now, we still have a question dwelling in our mind, " will it all happened differently if we believe in ourselves?"
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