Diary 1-Personal Narrative

The next few hours went by in a blur of laughter, performing, and the scent of pizza brought in for students to eat. Soon the school hosting the tournament lead us all to the their large gymnasium which still smelled faintly of sweat and was oddly humid. It is normal for the school hosting the tournament to walk up to a wall and tape large rolls of paper to the wall so that when they were ready they would reveal who had made it all at once. Hugging my teammates tightly in anticipation, we waited for the countdown..3...2…..1. The once quiet gymnasium was filled with screams and jumping power suit clad teenagers. I scanned the paper with my category and I didn’t see my name. I reread it hoping I made a mistake and still I didn’t see my name. I didn’t have time to feel sorry for myself because it seems like nearly everyone on my time had broken to finals. Now was the time for congrats, hugging, and support not

I was excited but was not there for competition only to just see how I would do in the sport. “I can’t wait to see how you

Journal, here we are in week three. It seems time is flying by, for two weeks have come and gone, but

The recent circumstances, though, brought me to understand a new meaning of that term. I began to internalize that the upcoming performance would become the anchor for others as it had been for myself. No longer was I simply leading a cast, but I was about to be carrying a community. In the weeks that passed, I came to realize that each line, song, and dance was a chance to improve someone’s day. I had known that before, of course, but never in the somber and very real context that I was facing. I would constantly refer to the show as ‘the shining light that our town needs’. This was true in a literal yet poetic sense. The lights on stage would act directly as lights of hope for those attending. Mary Poppins was no longer about how much I could take, but how much I could

I vividly remember the moments leading up to my first race. Since the moment I woke up, a nervous feeling dwelled.

Here we go again, I thought to myself. It was a exceptionally hot day as I had almost sweated through my jersey before the start. It’s going to be a very rough race. A slapping sound echoed as runners began hitting their legs to attain lose muscles as if the heat had not done that enough. The official raised his arms parallel to the ground and a hush swept over the crowd. A long

What satisfies me about this experience is that at first I was skeptical and hesitant not knowing if I could do the race or not, but I did it in the end.

As I said in my first entry, I have had two moments in my life where I was filled with immense and glorious joy. My first, was the day I wed my Henry in the June of 1836 when I was at the ripe age of 18. He was always an honest and hardworking man and never was there a moment that I believed him to be a fop, a spendthrift, or miser, all of whom I was told to avoid as potential suitors. I, being a well educated and poised young woman back then, had many marriage offers, but Henry’s proposal was the only one I accepted. He was truly the perfect husband, and I fall into a melancholia when I realize that never again will I be in his presence until we meet again in God’s Kingdom.

Finally she went up to the ring. She was the second person to ride in the 1.0m section of the class and her sister and mom were all nervous for her. The jumps were big and colorful. There were even jumps with giant clocks on them. She rode the class very well and put team Middle America in last place because she had been careful and ridden slowly. Next, Ashley Pace went in on her horse, Estella. She rode the class fast and clean putting Team Middle America in second place. The third person to go was Sarah Dees, and she was riding her horse, Rico. She rode an amazing round and kept Team Middle America in second place. Finally it was time for Andy to go and he was the first person to ride in the 1.30m section of the class. He went as fast as he could while staying clear but we were still in second place at the end of his round. The last person to go was on the team that was in first place. If he went clear, Team Middle America would have to settle for second place. He rode fast and was about to go clear, and everyone was on the edge of their seats waiting to see which of the two teams would win. Finally, he came to the last two jumps and he jumped the first one clear and he got to the last fence at a funny distance. As soon as we all heard the loud plunk of the rail hitting the ground, we knew that Team Middle America had won! The entire team was jumping up and down because they were so

It’s time for the final round of competition. You’ve been working hard all year, and it’s about to pay off. Once you are on that field you perform the best you ever have. Once you get off you feel proud and accomplished. However, this year that feeling, might have not been repeated.

The wind was mild and the air was crisp as it gently hit Avery on her face. This was it, her chance to show that she can one day be as good as the professional riders. The sun was beating down on her face as the clock began the countdown. Three. Two. One. Go. Millions of thoughts bombard her head at once. Regardless, Avery carried on with confidence and hope. Over the first jump, then the second, and then the third. As she reached the second to last jump, both of her stirrups detached from her saddle making their way onto the dirt ground. There was only one jump left. The clock continued to run as Avery completed the obstacle in 3 minutes and 56 seconds. It was the fastest time of the day, but there were still 10 other players waiting to beat her time. Minutes felt like hours as Avery waited for the officials to announce the top three. It was finally time to hear the shocking news.The speaker announced a familiar name,” Avery Cullen and Splash in first place with the fastest time of the day.” Her heart nearly stopped as her competitors came around to congratulate her. Full of joy, Avery’s

After my mother and I got home I started training harder than I’ve ever trained for a competition before on top of the team work outs we had once a month in Dallas and before I knew it I was waking up to go to the airport to leave for Italy. When I landed in Italy we had to rent a car because the competition was in Roana witch was a village type of town up in the Alps with maybe 500 people who lived there. We got to the arena where the competition was at and it was a huge ice ring that they melted off so we could compete there so after we singed in and they scheduled our fights we had some time to kill before we had to be at the hotel so I walked around and talked to people from all over the world and just that experience alone was worth the trip to have so many people from all over the world there to fight each other get along so well even though not all of us spoke the same language it was still such an amazing thing for me to experience. The morning of my fight came and I woke up early to I could get breakfast and warmed up and have everything done and not be rushed for time, I arrived at the arena in my warm up suit and stayed in the back room and that’s where I got tapped and warmed up and then I had a little Italian guy come get me for my fight because my division was being called and I walk out of the room to the main floor and every

A few weeks later, was the day of the competition which was held in Phoenix, Arizona. All of us were nervous, but we all got motivated by listening to upbeat music as we got ready. On our way to the convention center we became more and more anxious because we won’t know what was going to happen, all we had to do is just smile and do our best.

The day my life flashed before my eyes started as though it was any other day at the Technology Student Association State Conference. The day started out with anticipation and excitement for the competitive events held that day. The only competitive event I was to participate in was the Electrathon race, which was scheduled for later that afternoon. The Electrathon Race is an event where we race student designed go-kart sized vehicles that are powered by two twelve volt batteries. The point of the race is to see how many laps you can go in one hour on one battery charge. Even though I was not competing in an event that morning, I still had to dress in khaki pants, a polo shirt, and closed toed loafers to enter and attended the conference sessions. Leaving my hotel room and stepping onto the elevator, I was ready for the day.

I pulled out a beautiful, white, elegant, and silky gown with gold sequins around its neck. In my opinion, this was a winning dress. Within the next twenty minutes, our names were being called. This was the first on-stage practice that we ever did. The stage was not so frightening as one would think. The big bright beams of light blinded me allowing me to feel as if noone was there. The stage became peaceful and relaxed. I began to practice with four inch heels, I noticed that this event was not properly organized. Everything that was dictated was made up as we went along this made me feel confused, but there was no giving up now.