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On my way to the competition, as I always have, I inserted my earbuds into my ears and watched as our car passed hundreds of trees. Every gymnastics meet created such a sickening feeling in my stomach and made my head spin. My father asked if I felt alright. I lied and told him I felt fine. I jokingly said that I only imagined myself at the top of the podium; a first place medal around my neck. My parents tried to encourage me to accomplish this. Therefore, they promised a stuffed animal and an ice cream cone if I won. I made a half-smile because I doubted myself too much. If only I knew what would soon happen to permanently change myself as a gymnast. When I arrived, all of my teammates crowded around me and pulled me into the gymnasium. Because we were competing at our ‘home meet’, a gymnastics competition at my team’s gymnasium, I felt more comfortable. After warm-up, I went to vault. I did not feel pleased with my score, but

This gave me the chance to redeem myself is how I looked at it. In order for me to be able to compete I have to become more confident in myself. I went to talk to one of the coaches and asked could I be removed from the junior competition, because I wasn’t ready. He told me something I will never forget “you can never doubt how good you are if you are not willing to take the plunge and find out for yourself”. I told him that I would compete, but I have issues with public speaking. He was willing to work with me because he knew and believed that I had great

I prepared to put it all on the line in the last match of my youth wrestling career; state finals. Opening ceremonies started one of the biggest moments of my life. The announcer ran through all the names of each wrestler who had worked all day to make it into the championship. Trotting out to the middle of the mat, each athlete shook their opponent's hand and back to the tunnel they went. I reminded myself this was only half my goal as I ran out. I was not meeting my opponent for the first time. I grasped his hand in a way that said "so we meet again". We wrestled in tight matches previous that had not fallen my way, but I was going to make sure the outcome was different as I hustled back to the tunnel. I anxiously waited for what felt like days. Eventually, it was my opportunity to take matters into my own hands. I knew this was when all the endless effort, countless hours, and extreme hardwork would pay off.

I walk into the Humid, Uncomfortable gymnasium for the first day of the most stressful thing anyone has to go through tryouts, Basketball tryouts. It was a dreadful three days being the smallest guy on the court and hoping to get a spot, but the only thing i could do was my best. But things didn't go as planned and that is sometimes a good thing, It's the third day of tryouts and the last as we are waiting to see if we made or not i hear my name and a few others get called into the coach's office my heart drops and my palms start to sweat and I walk in and he says with a soft voice “ you guys have potential and are good but didn't quite make the cut” and I was upset but who knew it was for the better. That night wrestling was already the word being tossed around in my house and it was definitely on

While reading the story "Everyday Use" by Alice Walker, I found that I had a surprising amount of anger towards the character named Dee, or as she prefers Wangero. The anger that was instilled in me was caused by numerous comments and actions that occurred throughout reading the short story. I feel she was selfish, uneducated and unappreciative of her past and that the way she carried herself was ridiculous. Right from the beginning of my readings you are introduced to a character named Dee, before you ever get the opportunity to warm up to her character, she shows a very selfish characteristic and that trait is repeatedly brought out in the

I got to the arena and could feel the nerves building and the adrenaline starting to pump. In the warm-ups prior, I had done both of my routines perfectly and knew that I would nail my passes when my time to compete arrived. Finally, I heard my name called and I headed towards the floor to do one last warm up routine. Heart thumping, stomach racing, and nothing but smiles I stepped onto the floor. I looked to my parents and my dad gave me one last thumbs-up. With a deep breath, I began. The routine started great. I had the power I needed and made it to my last connecting flip. As I propelled off the floor and began to rotate, something changed. I felt frozen in the air and suddenly I saw everything around me moving in slow motion. I dropped to the floor and landed in a heap. I landed on my head in front of the judges, in front of my fellow competitors, and in front of my parents. I could feel the tears building and beginning to seep out. I could not bring myself to look at my parents for fear that I would completely breakdown. Head down and devastated, I began to walk off the floor, ready to go home. As I moped away, my coach stopped me. He told me to think carefully about my next decision. I had made it this far and worked so hard just to throw it all away minutes before I even compete. I

my name was called over a speaker “Jaalen Banner” the announcer said. i run up and down to get out of my warm ups slap on my head gear run to the middle of the mat to shake my opponent's hand. The death stare right at the handshake was mandatory. he shot in to grab my legs i sprawled and put my legs back and go behind for a count of 2 points. seconds going by as i try to turn him to his back. stubborn as a mule this guy was. next thing i know I pinn the kid last 20 seconds of the first period. after that i had two more matches the second one was a breeze through the park the cockieness got to my head. my teammates excited that i'm in the finals. i was too but the arrogant lion unleashed his rein inside of took

That is unit i realized that he would have to wrestle varsity to fill the weight class. Now I was a little weary about the future. When Lucas came up to me and asked if I was wrestling anyone, I told him no more to convince myself and stop my never ending worrying. After sitting in the locker room for twenty minutes we went out into the big gym. On the bleachers, the group of us pulled out a big snack and began eating away our hunger. Meanwhile my coach went over to meet with the Union grove team to figure out matches. With only one person in my weight class, and he 's wrestling varsity I had little probability to wrestle. After we were done eating, the JV started to warm up. With a few stretches and rough moves. We gathered to see if who was going to wrestle. With little chance of wrestling I was astounded when My coach said I was wrestling. At that moment nervousness filled my body. My coach explained to me that I was wrestling someone two weight classes above mine. Starting with the lower weights, matches began. I was the eighth match out of nine matches. I sat down to try and gather myself and think of how the match would go. Before I knew it, four matches had occurred before me. At that point my coach told me to start walking around and warming up once again. I had one of my teammates come over and stretch me out. Also like before the time had flown by, and my match was up. I strapped on my head gear, and went over to the scores table. I

ignored the negativity in my head and shook his had when ever the ref blew the whistle my mind went blank as in a coma and wrestled two minutes into the match i was sweating as if i ran a 5k in under 15 minutes my lungs were about to burst and my muscles were aching for a 2 minute break as we were reaching the conclusion of round two i knew who was going to be the winner as the saying goes once the first round is over you can already tell who's going to be the winner . for defeat was inevitable , i kept thinking to my self why didn't i wrestle harder at practice why didn't i train harder why didn't i work out longer but as the match was coming to an end it was coming more clear to me the reason I'm gonna go down when I'm at my peak is that beach I'm simply to weak to keep up, with his speed ,

Two years ago I was contemplating about my future and where I wanted to be in the sport and even more important in my life. I came to the realization that if I really wanted to reach my goals I would have to push myself past my limits and train harder than I had always trained. After proclaiming to my coach about my aspirations he quickly helped me out by creating extra lists and exercises I could do out of the already twenty four hours of practice I did a week. I started to routinely come in an extra hour every day of the week before my normal practices to condition more in order to strengthen my weak spots and have extra time to train skills that I had trouble with. I also made it a mission for myself to never take unnecessary breaks during our daily workouts and leave practice everyday having worked the hardest I could have possibly trained. The results quickly started to show as I consistently improved every tournament of the competition season but I still needed to do better to qualify for championships. After many great competitions the main qualifier had come up and I was more than ready for it, I went into the meet knowing that I was only going to do as good as I trained. The competition was a huge success and it ended up qualifying me for the championships. In August of 2017 I competed at my first

As you know, I started my shift at Med/Surg yesterday morning with 5 patients. I was doing my best to get my shift assessments done for all 5 patients before Brett comes in around 9:30. Some of my patients had questions, concerns, or complains about their care, so I was not able to document my shift-assessments in Meditech before Brett came. Then, I spent another 30min for SBAR report with Brett.

My first match did not last long; I was taken down humiliatingly in front of my family, my coach, and my teammates. I was worried about my appearance more than my opponent. As I progressed throughout the season, I showed perseverance and grit, I turned my focus from the audience to my rival. I became stronger and more sure of myself, I no longer cared what people thought. In my final match it all finally came together, I won; all of my hard work and dedication had finally paid off. I felt like I was at the top of the world. I proved to myself that if I truly put my mind to something, I can go beyond

Last year, I entered into the 2014 Australian National Karate Championship tournament in order to test my current abilities and determine the extent to which I could perform under pressure. In order to win, I persevered through months of rigorous training and constantly put in hard work despite the injuries I received. In the end, I was awarded 2nd place in the Under 18’s Male Division and selected as an Australian Team Member to compete in Japan. This was a valuable lesson as it has taught me to never settle for anything less than my potential and that there is always something that I could improve on. I also learned to be humble in victory or defeat and make the most out of each opportunity. From this experience and my volunteering, I have

Besides schoolwork, I participated in a lot of outdoor and indoor sports, including soccer, baseball and taekwondo during my high school years. However, the only sport that I performed competitively was taekwondo, a form of martial art originated in South Korea. I remember for my first tournament, I spent literally hundreds of hours practicing my skills hoping that I might be to claim my first medal. Just right before the tournament, my confident was at an all-time high due to the positive feedbacks that I received from my instructor and classmates. After my performance, I believed I did pretty well and there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to be on the podium. But surprisingly, I was placed 4th when they judges announced their scores.

Over the years there has been an immense power struggle between the treatment towards Canadians living in urban centers and the Indigenous population. It is not uncommon for Indigenous people to receive poor and unjust treatment. Many historical records and news outlets show the contrast in accessibility to water, the cleanliness of water supply, and the political influence in water quality to both populations.