Example Of Personal Narrative Essay In College

Imagine standing on a softball field expected to perform at the age of 5. Even though the butterflies in my stomach were starting a war, nothing was going to stop me from stepping on that field to play my first tee ball game as a Little Tiger. Fans cheered, but what I noticed most was a little boy in the outfield picking his nose. Standing in the box, I was terrified; the field looked huge. I had never seen anything like this before, but I knew that the little boy was the person I needed to hit the ball to, so I hit the ball as hard as I could. The ball went soaring through the air like a bird on fire. Dropping from the air, it rolled to the fence. At that time, I knew I had fallen in love with the game of softball. I was smiling from ear to ear, I couldn’t believe I had hit the ball that far! Both sides screamed, yelled, and shouted with excitement. Was all this commotion for me? I rounded first, but I couldn’t go to second because my teammate, Kylie Leach, didn’t run. I didn’t know what she was doing. Sadly, the batter after me hit a ground ball to the pitcher, and the other team threw him out at first.

In the spring of my seventh eighth grade year I decided to branch out and try a new sport. I signed up for our school’s softball team. A new coach was going to be taking on the difficult task of teaching the love of the game to a group of girls. The coach was going to be my English teacher. Mr. D taught the team to play softball well. He

It was a very warm and tense place in the gymnasium of the Alpena High School. A group of freshman and sophomore baseball players were waiting for the words you wanted to hear which was “Congratulations” or the not so good news of “Sorry” from the coach deciding if you made the team. Personally, at the start of baseball tryouts I thought to myself it’s going to be a toss up to see if I would make the team having a 50/50 chance. I was nervous for the most part because there were an abundace of upperclassman also trying out for the team that were on it last year. There were twenty-seven people trying out for fifteen spots to play JV baseball.

Although it would have been easier at the time to stick with what I knew, I wouldn’t let the doubt of others instill itself in my mind. I continued to work hard, excited to prove myself when given the opportunity, with and dedication and determination I knew I had the ability to create my own luck, my chance would come soon enough. And it did. My second year of high school softball rolled around and I knew my chance had arrived. Our only third basemen graduated and it was my turn to prove myself. I wasn’t perfect by any means, but my hard work and dedication that I had put into the sport proved undeniable. At the end of the season I had received first- team all-metro, first- team all-league, and honorable mention all-region, for third

I could feel the pitcher’s stress from 200 feet away in the dugout. We were up five at the top of the eighth, but the win was not secure. I could tell the pitcher was struggling to keep his composure. Suddenly, the coach calls me to warm up in the bullpen. I was excited and nervous to enter the game; I knew my warming up would add pressure to the pitcher and this was the Legion Sub-State Semifinal game, which determined our chance to advance to state. By the time I got to the mound, the bases were loaded with two outs. I noticed the packed stadium, felt the sweltering 90 degrees, and sensed the crowd’s tension. I had never pitched against this team, so I relied on communicating with the catcher. I threw a knee high fastball--STRIKE ONE. Next, I threw low and away curveball--STRIKE TWO. The catcher signaled a high fastball, knowing the batter was expecting another curveball. The batter chased the ball--STRIKE THREE. We won the game and moved on to finals. Two hours in the dug out, five minutes in the bullpen, and thirty seconds on the mound--not to mention fifteen hours a week, ten months a year for fifteen years--all culminated in a few seconds to advance

As the first day started, butterflies filled everyone who stepped on the baseball diamond. The distinguished and admirable upper classmen smirked at the scrawny freshmen in disbelief of our abilities. I was not one to draw attention to myself, so I went about minding my own business trying not get noticed by the older boys. As the notorious head coach strutted onto the field, every single soul cowered at his presence. The coach then bellowed, “Let the tryouts begin. We will start with our hitting.”

very slow. I wanted to keep moving along, but I did not want to put in the time. I loved the game, however sometimes I wasn’t into doing it. I kept that same mindset when it came to being

During my childhood, I grew up in the town of Randolph, Massachusetts. Most of my childhood memories came to be in this town. Throughout my childhood, I had many memories that I still vividly remember to this day; learning how to ride a bike, graduating kindergarten and learning how to read and write. During my childhood, there were days where I felt unstoppable, but there were also days where everything brought me down. Even during these difficult days, there was always a place that I looked forward going to; the baseball field. I began playing baseball when I was about 7 years old; although some people found the sport tedious, I instantly fell in love with the sport. I may have not been a prodigy at the sport, but it was one of the only

My first thought when I woke up was that today is the first competitive baseball practice. I couldn’t wait! To start the day, I grabbed a bowl and some cereal like any other day. When I got out the milk carton, I smelled it, and noticed it had gone bad. So, I threw it away and opened the new carton. Then, I grabbed a spoon and started to eat. As I was in the process of eating, I heard my mom from a distance say, “Max, start getting ready for your first baseball practice!” Silly mom...she had no idea I’d been waiting for this day for about a week.

One morning I decided to check before class and hope that my day would not be ruined from there. Having been the only university I applied to at this time, there was nothing to fall back on. Logging in for the eleventh time in three days, the application looked as if there was an ‘add’ on it. Adjusting my eyes, it had read “Accept or Decline”. Getting chills from head to toe, I begin to read further down the page and noticed that I had been accepted to the School of Arts and Sciences. The first tear rushed down my face and it was in this moment that I knew I was happy and proud to say I was going to a school that had football, pride and a sense of

A ball flew far into the field, our Norse ladies ran after the ball and it was quick;y thrown to Millemmi Lucero. After the pass, Millemmi acts fast to tag our rival running to the next base. “Out” yells the umpire as excitement and anticipation traveled the field. Millemmi #34 of our lady Norse softball team mentioned that “ Life isn't always physical, it has to be mental too, a goal has to be something you mentally want not just physically prepare for.”

Throughout high school, I continuously explored a wide variety of courses in an attempt to figure out what career path I may want to pursue. As senior year drew closer, the business field became more enticing. Furthermore, my aspirations were significantly impacted on the evening of September 14, 2016. I woke up that day and left for school as if it were any other day. After school, I drove to the softball field because we had a game and it just so happened to be Senior Night: the last home game. When it came time for my first at bat, I stepped up to the plate and hit a line drive between the first and second basemen, successfully making it to first base. The next player up to bat hit a double; I rounded second and sprinted for third. I clearly remember my coach kneeling on the ground to signal me to slide into third base. For some unknown reason, I hesitated and slid too late. I knew it was a bad slide, but I was focusing on whether or not I was safe. Then reality set in, I was safe, but I was not physically capable of standing up.

"Thanks," I said in sigh of relief. Inside, though, I was jumping for joy. It wasn’t everyday that I got to start. I knew the reason why. It wasn’t that I was playing great, even though I had been playing good up until then. It was because Shannon had missed yesterday's practice. I didn't care though. As I came back to Earth, I now realized

Have you ever had something you held so dear taken away from you right before your eyes? Softball, the sport I loved with all my heart, was taken away from me after my ninth grade season. It was taken away from me by something I couldn’t control so that only made matters worse. Softball became my escape after my seventh-grade season, and I practiced everyday up until I couldn’t anymore.

Children are innocent, free of concern and grief. I remember when I was nine years old. I did not have a care in the world, I was happy. The evening was filled with joy. My father, mom, little sister, my twin and I all went to a party that my mother’s friend was throwing for finishing her remodeling of her house. Everyone I knew was at the party. The night was warm, the sky clear of stars and the moon shone brightly over the back yard. My sisters and I were running around the yard, playing with friends while the adults drank their adult drinks.