The Biggest Mistake of My Life

The Biggest Mistake of My Life

Nick Bianchi

Descriptive Narrative Essay

2/19/11

It is August of 2009, fall is soon approaching and it is about time to go back to high school. I am dreading it. All my buddies graduated that spring and some of them had gone off to college, living in dorms or in apartments. I feel left behind. I spent my summer making up classes I had failed, attempting to graduate. Now I am stuck in high school for another half of a year.

A few weeks earlier, my grandmother bought a new car and gave me her old one. I just recently got my license and that car was my first real sense of freedom. I loved it, I was always out driving. My buddy Joey and I sometimes would drive all the way to Webster just to go to taco bell for fun. Joey and I had grown up together and he was one of my friends that didn’t go off to college. It was about mid-summer when Joey landed a job at Mark’s Pizza in the next town over and was well liked. He wasn’t there 2 months and he was assistant manager. Because I have these new expenses, like car insurance and outrageously overpriced gas, I had to find a job. Being the good friend Joey always was, he convinced the head manager to give me a job as a delivery driver. This was great for me, but I have to attend high school as well.

At first, everything is great and I am doing well at both school and my job. My insurance is paid for and I am really enjoying my first car. I am only one and a half credits away from graduating after a summer filled with long, hot six hour days of summer school. I only have two classes from 830 to 11 every day and I work five to ten most week days. My manager, Marie, knows I still have to go to high school in the mornings and doesn’t want to give me too many hours so I’ll be overwhelmed. I am having a lot of fun at the pizza shop; I’m enjoying having money in my pocket and really enjoying having a car. I lost sight of what was really important and wanted more money...