Accept Me Narrative

In the first 20 seconds of the match, I had the first take-down. I was working crossfaces, cheap tilts, and everything else I knew after my takedown. Then, I did what I do best and gave him a swift, hard crossface and cradeled him up. Squeezing with all my strength and might it took about 7 seconds of him being on his back and he was pinned! It took a total of 55 seconds to pin my first opponent at state.

I believe in acceptance. When realizing my value and all of my potential, it led for an increase of respect and appreciation I have towards myself. With gaining admiration and confidence, I’ve learned to only accept what I deserve, including love. I have the ability to determine if how I am treated by others is what I merit. One of the first times I became aware of this concept, and endured somewhat unwarranted harsh treatment was when I was around the age of five. I remember my brother and I bickering in the backseat of my dad’s station wagon as we were on our way to accompany my grandparents for lunch. The car was occupied by my dad who was driving, my mom’s father who sat beside him, and my brother and I in the backseat. My grandfather,

Hi, there first name is Christina, last name is Cepeda. It's a pleasure to finally meet you! You should know that the only reason you were able to recognize me is because I am 5 feet, 7 inches tall, not skinny, more on the average side (I'd like to think). I have long naturally curly hair, somedays it's flat ironed straight or up in a bun but on this particular day, the hair will definitely be straight, face full of make-up, and I will be wearing glasses because I have to look my best and nicely dressed, when I first meet you!

Confirmation is a hard, difficult process that comes with many sacrifices. At my school getting confirmed was a huge deal, but I never understood why. I thought it was just a redo of my baptism. As it turned out, it was a lot more important than I thought, and the journey leading to my confirmation was a very critical one.

I looked at my opponent across the mat. He was much stronger than me, but that wouldn’t be a problem. I am quicker than him though. And speed, always beats strength.

The match went into overtime. “First takedown wins the match”, notified the referee. We circled around, each playing it safe. He ducked and attacked my legs. I sprawled instantly, came around behind, and scored the points. I had won the match. The referee raised my hand in front of the audience. My eyes narrowed in on one section of the bleachers. There stood my teammates, smiling

There we we're just chilling in my military grade jet with my friends. We were sitting there playing games while circling an island, then you wouldn't believe me if i told you that we saw 20 military birds. They didn't see us until my friend sneezed they started shoot left and right. So we turned my jet into and military plane an we shoot and shoot.. We killed all of them except wan which we tortured too tell us where their base is until at his final moments he tells us an we get go searching for it. We find it an we go fast there are 50 more and we shoot and shoot until there all dead. Then we cooked them and ate them the entire way home.

I started off young when I began to like wrestling. I would wrestle with my giant doll of the WWE wrestler Randy Savage. My parents would see me all around the house wrestling with that doll, and everyday they knew I was going to wrestle. As soon as middle school cam along I joined, I wasn’t the best in those years but I still tried my hardest. Then highschool came along, my skill from middle to high school grew tremendously. In 2006, I graduated with three district Championships and two regional Championship titles.

As a member of the wrestling team, I developed the physical toughness to become a member of the U.S. armed services. There, I learned what hard work was. After running as a team for miles on end, we moved to the mats to work on individual technique. We wrestled and struggled till we couldn't move. It was more about outlasting the other guy for six minutes straight in a true match, therefore the guy most in shape won. When the coach

Arriving there was culture shock, thousands of teams were practicing for their big moment in any patch of grass or open area they could find. We arrived at our competition tent on Saturday morning with a rush of emotions. We started with flawless warmup, giving us the confidence to hold our heads high. With the thought in the back of our minds that “ no one has done or attempted this before”, “ we are only one of four teams in northwest Indiana to make it this far”, or “ what if were not good enough”. I stepped up realizing the team was looking at me to guide them through this bittersweet moment. I said calmly “ Ladies we are the best of the best. We have accomplished an incredible amount this season and the outcome of this competition will not take any of that away. I will not ask you to go out there and hit every stunt and throw every tumbling pass perfectly; but I will ask you to go out there and give it all you’ve got. If you walk off that floor without any regrets, thats all I could have ever wanted.”

The whistle blows and right way we tie up and he just starts punching. I back out, but while I’m backing out he rushes and throws me to the ground, luckily we were out of bounds. We tie back up and again a blow to the face with a clinched fist. No one sees that I 'm getting punched only I’m the one that knows he 's throwing punches. One more blow is all it takes for my nose to become a river of blood. At this point my face is starting to swell and turn red, but the I must finish the match. This just adds on to my rage. The whistle blows again and this time it 's our last tie up. I snap him down and crossface him so hard that the snot comes out of his nose. This is where the crowd goes insane because I just turned this

Wrestling was a sport I had no interest in, and I only tried out, because my coach recommended that I’d give it a shot. I never would of thought on my seventeenth birthday that I’d be wrestling for the conference championship. Reagan Fedowitz from Union Pines was my opponent, who placed fifth in the state tournament the year before. The tournament was held at Union Pines, so majority of the crowd were fans of Reagan. A announcer calls my name to come check in at the table, and I immediately become nervous. Although I was nervous, I used this as an advantage to become motivated for the match.

My name is Paige and this is the mask that shows who I really am. It is made up of things that represent me. I chose to keep the colors and designs simple because I try to keep my life simple and avoid all the drama of high school that I see everyday. I do not try to hide who I am. I am generally a very private and quiet person but I have never found an excuse to hide who I am or wear a mask. I try to embrace who I am. This is meant to give you a better idea of who I really am.

Not all things in life are certain. My mother and father leaving me with my aunt in Ghana was one example. They left for the U.S to find “a better life” than what was in their homeland. For me, life in Ghana was the best. I remember playing soccer in the afternoon sun, running from stray dogs, and eating fried plantains with beans for dinner. However, I didn’t see the looming threat of violence that was hidden beneath the surface of my fun life; I didn’t know danger was at my doorstep.

I stretched and got pumped and walked to the mat for my opponent was waiting .as I was walking to shake hands with my opponents hand i thinking of strategies to takes this guy down but for this wasn't no ordinary wrestler but then again your in states who isn't . 5,11