Narrative Essay!

Sorority Member at Eleven

It happened when I was in fifth grade. I belonged to the section where in there were more problematic students than the ideal type of student a teacher would want. While the other section was being praised because of their good performance and behavior, we were reprimanded of our unique characteristic. Not everyone was really problematic. In fact, I am part of the fifty percent who probably knows how to behave. It was because of the notorious bullies in our class that led us to be over-generalized and tagged as the”worst” section. It wasn’t our fault; if only they equally distributed the bullies between the two sections, there could have been no labeling the good or the bad class.

The greatest misadventure we had was when the class attempted to create a fraternity/sorority. The bullies actually started it. One of them was exposed to that kind of environment, and he decided to share it to us. Almost half of the class had joined the so called “fraternity/sorority”. I asked my recruited classmate, what do they do in a fraternity/sorority but he just simply said, “Just join so you’ll know”. My other friends also wanted me to join. Without knowing what it is all about, I was influenced to join by my peers. On an afternoon during dismissal when everybody else had left, we were getting ready for the initiation. They blindfolded me and my other three classmates with a Rasta designed handkerchief. I was very scared at that moment, I don’t know what they’re about to do with me, but somehow I trust them. The leader then asked us if we were sure of being in the group. The other three responded yes and so I also said yes, but I know I wasn’t sure of what I was doing. But I don’t have time to think about it all over again. There’s no way escaping anymore, I thought. For a moment, I was just standing silently, and then I felt them surrounding me. A hand slapped my left cheek, the then the right. It felt like nothing. If not nothing, then it was like a harsh touch by a smooth hand. Then I thought, there’s more than that, a punch on the face maybe. But I was wrong, that was it, the “initiation” was done. They proclaimed us their new brothers and sisters after removing the blindfold. What happened went running in my mind that night. Suddenly, I wanted to quit and tell them the next day. It just so happened that I don’t have to. A parent caught my other classmates doing the initiation in the school’s playground on a late afternoon during the past week. She told the principal about it and the principal went to our classroom to give us a little talk. Some of us cried because of the fear that our parents might know about it. The bullies who started it went to certain consequences.

So I was a fraternity/sorority member for fifteen hours, more or less. In the event that it wasn’t caught, I know it still wouldn’t last. Of course, we’re just eleven-year olds pretending to know the gangster’s world. Looking back at the experience, I realize how silly I was as a kid and also how stupid our class was but I certainly learned something from them and that’s never to make a fraternity/sorority especially if you’re still in fifth grade.