I Am Sweating Profusely - Original Writing

Imagine being at the peak of your high school career, personally, academically, and athletically. For me, that was my sophomore year. I was selected to be on the homecoming court, I won a free class ring, and a free corsage and boutonniere for prom. I was on my way to a 4.0 grade point average. I was pulled up to Varsity basketball, I became the 100 meter hurdle regional champion, and I qualified for two events at the Division 4 State meet for track and field. In one split second, a clip of a hurdle, that was over. My first race of the day was the preliminary 100 meter hurdles. Once the race started, I was calm, focused, and determined. I was starting to make my way up to the front of the pack when I clipped my trail leg on the eighth hurdle.

“I guess,” I said, mumbling under my breath once she could no longer hear me. I took my seat... it was time to take the test. The teacher handed me my test packet. I took a gulp. I don’t know this. I won’t be able to do this. I told myself, flipping open the first page. I’ll skip this and come back to it… Uggg! I might as well just skip all of them! I went through the formulas, over and over, and in what seemed like no time at all, the teacher was collecting our papers. I gave mine to her and slumped low in my chair.

Wednesday, April 7th, 1994 started out like any other day, I was attending Jr. hHigh sSchool, in St. George Utah. As a I was a young 12 year old girl that was obsessed with gymnastics, I breathed it, studied it, and lioved it. Gymnastics was my Life.! I daydreamed about competing in front of hundreds of people, lights dimmed down, the spotlight right on me as I performed each skill I worked so hard at perfecting each day at practice. I would picture myself going over my routines, every step, every pose, each body positions, how I’d present myself, f . . . . everything. I wanted to be a college gymnast.

All testers were to wait in a large room while two students would be chosen at a random time to go into the lab to test. The whole room was tense. All the students were practicing over and over again, all my classmates were prepared but the nerves tell us we were not ready. The first two students were called starting at 9am, from there about every forty five minutes two more were called at a random. Around 11:15 my name was called. I honestly could’ve cried with the amount of emotions and nerves running through my body. I walked in, signed a waver and was given my three skills to complete. Dressing a patient, checking pulse, and brushing teeth, three skills that I knew hands down. I was ready, I began washing my hands and continued with the steps of my skills. Everything went so fast, before I knew it I was done and dismissed. I felt confident while completing the skills but now I was left to go back to the waiting room to sit and wait yet

In fact, I was exhausted up to the point that my vision was blurred and my head spun. I tilted my head forward, trying to focus on my lesson but I felt too dazed to continue. Frustrated, I buried my head into my arms, which felt dry from my eczema. I smelled of fresh detergent, as well as the lavender scent of my bed. My breath gave off the scent of potato chips, which I had polished off. Moreover, I sounded low and hoarse. Whenever I spoke, my monotone voice would eventually find its way out of my sore throat like an exhausted bear crawling out of its den. My constant movements were alert and attentive, and both my mind and my body remained restless. The beads of sweat that dribbled down my forehead tasted salty, almost as if I had just taken a dip in the ocean.

Assesment: I was very nervous during the time before we were about to be tested. I was sweating and could not not my nervous chatter with my fellow students. I read and reread the checlist many times. While I was tested of skills durig my cna class , I was not sure how exactly my teacher was going to grade me. I assumed it was going to be from the

It was a warm summer day in mid-July, I woke up super excited because this was the day I was going to take my drivers test. I had been practicing for a year and a half now, and I was ready to ace the test. I had also taken a separate driving course, which was to perfect my skills at the wheel. Obviously, I was still nervous about the whole ordeal. Would I not complete a full stop at every stop sign? Would I not parallel park right? Would I run a red light? These were all the questions running through my mind on the way to the testing center. I went over

I kept fighting through my exam, clenching my cheeks with all my might. Beads of sweat began rolling down my neck. Suddenly, a loud, gurgling war cry came from my belly, and the entire class lifted their heads.

I worked the shift as normal and arrived at home, opened my textbook, and realized that if I failed the test the world wasn't going to fall apart. I studied for a couple of hours and then feel asleep, content with the amount of knowledge I had. I got to school the next morning and took the test. I had overcome my small adversity, I had taken my test and still had tie to help someone who needed help more than I needed to

I ran as fast as I could, I was tired but knew that I had to keep going. The sun shone down ferociously making it very bright and torrid. I felt sweat drip from just above my brow into my right eye. My eye began to get a burning sensation just as I turned the corner. My muscles ached, but I knew I had to shift into overdrive and pick up the pace. I started to run faster and faster. I began to get the feeling like I was about to throw up, but knew that I couldn’t stop now. I continued to sprint to the finish, and just as I crossed the finish line I looked to the clock and noticed that I set a new PR. The feeling of happiness that swelled up inside me took me back to the practice on the tuesday of the previous week: That day it was hot as fire

As I walk into the school, I take a deep breath repeating the words “I can do this, I’ve done it before.” Laying my paper down to the table, the woman gives me the okay to head up to room 222. Walking up the stairs I could feel my heartbeat pound harder and harder, as if I had an elephant pounding on my chest. Realizing this was my last chance to take this test before I started applying to colleges, made my stress level rise uncontrollably.

This was a lot to do while still trying to cope with what had just happened to my brother. As time went by and each test was passed and all modules were recited, I was well on my way to making my goal to graduate with honors. All I had left was to the physical fitness test; I had to score at least a ninety percent in each of the three events; the push up, the sit up, and the two mile run. When I got down to do my first push up, I thought to myself I can do this! I did do it too, I passed each event with a ninety percent, and I even destroyed my old time on my run by two full minutes. My total score ended up being, two hundred and eighty which ten over what I had needed was.

The veteran of the specific field events came to coach the beginners. I decided to join Hurdle to make a good use of my long legs. The coach for Hurdle taught us necessary pre-workout because hurdlers will have a higher chance of straining a leg muscle from jumping over a high hurdle. One of the pre-workouts required us to get in a crawling position and lift the leg like a dog peeing over a fire hydrant. The pre-workouts looked funny because we were focusing on the leg muscles. When I came back home, my whole body was aching from the extreme workouts. That night, I took a long hot shower to relax my muscles not knowing that tomorrow will be worse. The next day of practice, the coach made us jump over the hurdle. I went over to the hurdle to

I walked into my class and sat down. Mr. Baroody announced that we were going to get our tests back, but I wasn’t worried. I knew that I did not get a 100% on the quiz, but nothing could prepare me for what was to come.

My anxiety curled into my stomach, as I broke into a sweat and my hands began to feel clammy. When it was my turn to audition, I sat on the hard wooden stool and began to play my piece. The mesmerizing tune rang through the room and my swift fingers glided smoothly along the the keys. I could feel my apprehension of the competition disappearing, and but was still concentrated in performing the piece to the best of my abilities. As the end of the song neared, my heart nearly skipped a beat as I accidentally played a noted for longer duration than intended. The entirety of my audition had been ruined. This mistake had probably cost the entire