How To Fight-Personal Narrative

“Go Spartans Go!” screamed the crowd as we took the field. I felt nervous, with sweat dripping from my face and my hands feeling moist. The moment I took my position, I felt destined to be the best player on the field and thought to myself, “I can do it.” It was my first start for my career as a varsity soccer player for Brookfield East. I wanted to make every opportunity count. I could smell the scent of the freshly cut grass and the aroma of the concession stand. The referee blew his whistle and we were off to the races. The first 45 minutes went by in a heartbeat and I was exhausted. 5 minutes after halftime, the unthinkable happened. As I was sprinting for the ball, my knee gave out and twisted beneath me. I fell in an instant and I felt

“I’m Fighting For…”; the expression defined boldly in black contrasting the white wall it occupies. A blank canvass that has since flourished into a colorful, passionate artwork of hand-written sentiments surrounding the innermost phrase that I and so many others have proudly contributed to. This, I believe, is the uttermost beautiful and raw depiction of reality that resides in my office.

I was dedicated, I went to tournaments on the weekends and Wrestled for the school on weekdays. Between the pools of sweat and fresh scratches we were going hard in the practice room and it payed off on the mat. During my battles in school i lost my only loss of the year and that weekend i went into the tournament fired up but not knowing the person i lost the battle to was there and my first match. I stepped onto the mat with my nerves making me shake like a leaf and adrenaline rushing like a river. I take him down and we hand fight i grab his head and headlock him tak him down again and pin him and getting my hand raised felt better than anything else in the

You know, all my life I’ve been fighting. Even as a kid I would always get in fights. Kids would call me a loser, and I ain’t no loser. I’m no bum, my whole life i’ve been trying to prove i’m not a bum. That’s one reason I got into fighting. You know My father used to tell me “you weren’t born with much of a brain, so you better start developing your body. So i did. I trained hard. Then I started putting all that training into fighting. But today, i’m not here to talk to you about myself. I’m here today because I want to give you some advice. Focus on your education. Build your brain. I know that may sound weird coming from a fighta but kids now a days don’t understand how important it is. Fighting is dangerous, fighting is for someone that

When I had finally arrived at the age of sixteen, my father took me aside for a private chat. "Son, you're growing up in this mature world, and you will interact with other and older people, so you should know that it is inappropriate to speak of three things: money, religion, and politics." I followed his advice on the two former, but I completely ignored his lesson on the latter. While other kids followed their favorite college football teams, I found myself engrossed and absorbed in the affairs and events that took place in our nation's capital. Enthusiastically, I ran to my friends asking for their input on foreign aid to Israel or the current domestic fiscal policy, hoping that they would share my interest as well. What I found was that I sounded like I was speaking some sort of alien

It was time for war. I’m peter and my friends and me are fighting with an army. My friends: Jake, Mack , Luke, Matt, Brian, and Dan. We marched down to the battlefield which took place in Texas. Fog was all over then a shot was fired. It wasn’t us that fired a shot. Then Are leader Larry got shot. I then said no!. Peter it’s okay he will live said Luke. Okay i said. Then A Dog came up and bit mack. They had released a bunch of dogs. They were biting people on my team. Mack was dead. I shot a dog in the eye. The dog died and his eyeball was on the ground. I picked it up with my cold glove and put it in my pocket on my shirt. Then I shot an enemy. We saw a mountain that had sniping bases. We now head up to go to the sniping bases. Then a bunch of

I was only an infant when my family died. Or, at least, that's what my father told me.

retaliated back by explaining how it was the young man’s fault that he had fallen down the stairs. The school staff liked Bert and believed him. After graduation he worked in a few jobs that lasted a couple of months. He convinced his parents to lend him money to start a business. After five months of starting the business he was out of business. He overestimated his abilities and was unable to plan ahead or attend all the details that involved running a business. He was successful in conning his parents again and they lend him money a second time. The second time the business failed again. For the reason that he had a magnetic and charming personality he was able to get others to comply with anything he requested. He was successful in conning

Under the spotlight, drenched in sweat with a deafening crowd raging in my ears. I was down by two points with thirty seconds left until I was faced with failure, I had to act fast. “SHOOT”, those were the only words I could translate from the crowd, so I took the shot, pummeled my opponent, striking like a python on its prey. I had scored, but it was only enough to tie. The buzzer sounded off, I knew that I had only won one battle and the war was not yet over. We were now in overtime both on the verge of exhaustion. Deep down inside I knew that if I didn't win, disappointment would come upon by my teammates, and coaches heavily depending on me to bring them victory. The whistle blew, signaling the start of the next gruesome battle. My plan

Joe and Susan used to not fight about the little thing, but that has changed a lot in the past few months. Joe will take walks in the woods after a fight, it helps him calm down. They got in their biggest fight yet, Joe and Susan were full out yelling. Right in the middle of the fight Joe just storms out the house Then after a few minutes of walking he sat down on a fallen tree. Then he hears different noises coming from the sky. Then he looks up and a beam of light shines down on him, he is trying to move but he can’t. Then he started to float up into the UFO.

When with a group of people sooner or later you will run into conflict with one another. There are four levels of conflict that can happen with any team. Level 1 having the easiest resolution and level 4 having the most difficult resolution. The first level of conflict is fact or data. Having conflict on a fact is very cut and dry, there is only one outcome. Data can either be unfinished or done improperly which can have more than one outcome. This can cause arguments in a group (Griffith, Dunham, 2015). I had conflict when I worked at a concession stand. There was a miscount of the money at the end of the day. My coworker and I had a disagreement on who was right and it result both making a miscalculation. The second conflict comes from the processes and methods that the members participate in.

Having trotted the ball up to the three-point line, he beamed the ball to me. As soon as I received the ball, I spun and fired off the winning basket. With that backboard in sight, three players in blue and gold jerseys yanked me to the ground. The referee blew his whistle, announcing I had been fouled. Afterward, the referee lifted me up as I shuffled to the free-throw line. I thought it would be simple, just like coach said. I knew what needed to happen, I needed to make these two free throws to win the game for the Lions. As always, though, it is never that

Fight,fight,fight! Hailey and Aj blared. They were all in Florida for their vacation. They had to spare some time , before they could go out to the beach. They kept thinking and thinking. Then, A.J said we should have a fight. We all agreed it should be Jilly against Matt.Hailey and A.j are both brother and sister. Hailey is in seventh grade and has brown hair. A.j is in third grade and has brown hair. There cousins Jill and Matt are having a skirmish (Fight). Jilly has dirty blonde hair and is in fifth grade. Jilly,A.j,and Hailey's cousin Matt has brown hair and is in fourth grade.

Going on the trip, there was me of course. I keep to myself and don't have many friends. Actually none to be exact. I tend to observe people more than interact with them. I like watching people, though. It's better than talking to others.

As I crawled off of the mat in anguish, I couldn't believe that I let it happen again. My one chance to settle the score and truly prove that I was better, was gone. My coaches and friends tried to tell me how good I did and how lucky he got, but it only made the pain worse. They put into perspective exactly how close I was to beating him, and it just made me think more. Think about how this was his last year, and how I would never be able to avenge my defeat. It made me feel like everything that I had worked for all season was lost in a split second, one that I couldn't take back.